Текст песни Blue Oyster Cult - Golden Age Of Leather
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Текст песни Blue Oyster Cult - Golden Age Of Leather
( - B. Abbott - D. Roeser - )Raise your can of beer on highAnd seal your fate foreverOur best years have past us byThe golden age of leatherThis 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 eternityFour and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honorAs only drunken soldiers canAnd passed from man to man, a wanton child to dead to careThat each would find his pleasure as he mightFor this fantastic night was billed as nothing less than the end ofan ageA last crusade, a final outrage, in this day of flacid plumageAnd there was worn no cloth but leatherMade supple by years of stinging cindersAnd here were seen the scars of ageFor age had been the common call for one last night togetherDown colored the sky (the ritual feast)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)We made a vow to give it all we had to giveWe made a vow to die as we had livedThey flew the colors, they began to fightThey flailed at each other like bugs at a lightBodies and bikes beyond repairSmell of oil and gas in the airThen the wind whipped the desert with a giant handAnd the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sand