In the Gallery

"In the Gallery" Harry made a bareback rider Proud and free upon a horse And a fine coalminer Oh yeah, for the ACB that was A fallen angel Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina Oh yeah, you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people, they got to paint and draw Harry had to work in clay and stone Like the waves coming to the shore It was in his blood and in his bones He was ignored by all the trendy boys in London Yes, and in Leeds He might as well have been making toys Or strings of beads He couldn't be No, no, no, he couldn't be In the gallery In the gallery And then you get an artist He says he doesn't want to paint at all He takes an empty canvas And stickin' it on the wall The birds of feather, all the phonies and all of the fakes While the dealers they get together And they decide who gets the breaks And who's gonna be Oh yeah, who's gonna be In the gallery In the gallery No lie, he get no compromise He get no junk, he do no string And all the lies we subsidise That just don't mean a thing I've got to say he passed away in obscurity And now all the vultures they're coming down from the tree He's gonna be Oh yeah, he's gonna be In the galle-galle-galle-galle, a gallery In the gallery Harry made a bareback rider Harry made a bareback rider