In the Gallery

[Verse 1] Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse And a fine coal miner for the NCB that was A fallen angel, Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina, you should have seen her do the skater's waltz [Verse 2] Some people have 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 [Chorus] 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, he couldn't be In the gallery [Verse 3] And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all Just takes an empty canvas, sticks it on a wall Birds of a feather, all the phonies and all of the fakes [Chorus] While the dealers, they get together And they decide who gets the breaks And who's going to be Who's going to be In the gallery In the gallery [Instrumental break 3:02-4:03] [Guitar solo] [Verse 4] No lies, he wouldn't compromise No junk, no string And all the lies we subsidise They just don't mean a thing [Chorus] I've got to say he passed away in obscurity And now all the vultures, they're coming down from the tree He's going to be He's going to be In the galle-, galle-, galle-, gallery In the gallery [Outro] Harry made a bareback rider Made a bareback rider [Guitar solo]