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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

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



Golden age...

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

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



Golden age...

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