Lyrics Golden Age of Leather - Blue Öyster 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,
too
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
came
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
Harleys
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
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