Golden Age Of Leather Lyrics - Spectres - Blue Oyster Cult

Raise your can of beer on high and seal your fate forever 

Our best years have past us by, the golden age of leather 

This was the night not long to come in the year of our Lord A.D 

Where in a desert way-house poised on the brink of eternity 

Four and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honor 

As only drunken soldiers can 

And passed from man to man, a wanton child to dead to care 

That each would find his pleasure as he might 

For this fantastic night was billed as nothing less than the end of an age 

A last crusade, a final outrage in this day of flaccid plumage 

And there was worn no cloth but leather 

Made supple by years of stinging cinders 

And here were seen, the scars of age 

For age had been the common call for one last night together 

Dawn colored the sky, the ritual ceased 

Some had died, they were buried with their bikes 

Each grabbed a rag from a man with a sack 

Torn strips of color, the red and the black 

I cam here willingly and I will go down valiantly 

We made a vow to give it all we had to give 

We made a vow to die as we had lived 

They flew the colors, they began to fight 

They flailed at each other like bugs at a light 

Bodies and bikes beyond repair 

The smell of oil and gas in the air 

Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand 

And the humans and the Harley's caught the shifting sand 

The old ranger weathered the storm 

And he topped the rise by the middle of morn 

He saw rippled dunes, calm and surreal 

And a glint of a solitary shaft of chromium steel 

Golden age 

Golden age 

Golden age 

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