Minstrel In The Gallery Lyrics

The Minstrel in the Gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes - observed the spaces between the old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred - oblique suggestions - and he waited.
He polarized the  pumpkin-eaters -  static-humming panel-beaters -  freshly
    day-glo'd factory cheaters (salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He titillated men-of-action  - belly  warming, hands still  rubbing on  the
    parts they never mention.
He pacified  the nappy-suffering,  infant-bleating one-line  jokers -  T.V.
    documentary makers (over-fed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players - family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage  and he looked at all the friends
    he'd made.

    [Instrumental]

The Minstrel in the Gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes - observed the spaces in between the old men's cackle.
And he  brewed a  song of love  and hatred -  oblique suggestions -  and he
    waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters - static-humming panel-beaters.

The Minstrel in the Gallery looked down on the rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in everyone.
Hey!

He titillated men-of-action  - belly  warming, hands still  rubbing on  the
    parts they never mention (salaried and collar-scrubbing).

He pacified  the nappy-suffering,  infant-bleating one-line  jokers -  T.V.
    documentary makers (over-fed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players - family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage  and he looked at all the friends
    he'd made.

The Minstrel in the Gallery looked down on the rabbit-run.
And he threw away his looking-glass and saw his face in everyone.
Hey!
The Minstrel in the Gallery. Yes!
Looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes. Yeah!
Mm. The Minstrel in the Gallery.