Raise your can of beer on high
And seal your fate forever
Our best years have passed 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
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 the glint of a solitary shaft of chromium steel

Golden age
Golden age
Golden age
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