Golden Age of Leather

(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
 (Gold) (golden age)
 (Gold) (golden age)
 (Gold) (golden age)
 (Gold) (golden age)
 (Gold) (golden age)
 (Gold) (golden age)