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Raise your can of beer on high |
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And seal your fate forever |
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Our best years have past us by |
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The golden age of leather |
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This was the night not long to come |
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In the year of our lord a d |
| [00:36.81] |
Where in a desert way house poised on the brink of eternity |
| [00:40.98] |
Four and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honor |
| [00:46.89] |
As only drunken soldiers can |
| [00:54.15] |
And passed from man to man |
| [00:57.66] |
A wanton child to dead to care |
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That each would find his pleasure as he might |
| [01:23.91] |
For this fantastic night was billed |
| [01:28.17] |
As nothing less than the end of an age |
| [01:29.94] |
A last crusade |
| [01:30.84] |
A final outrage |
| [01:31.32] |
In this day of flaccid plumage |
| [01:34.80] |
And there was worn no cloth but leather |
| [01:38.19] |
Made supple by years of stinging cinders |
| [01:40.56] |
And here were seen the scars of age |
| [01:43.41] |
For age had been the common call for one last night together |
| [01:50.73] |
Dawn colored the sky the ritual ceased |
| [01:57.96] |
Some had died they were buried with their bikes |
| [02:24.75] |
Each grabbed a rag from a man with a sack |
| [02:27.84] |
Torn strips of color the red and the black |
| [02:31.41] |
I cam here willingly |
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And I will go down valiantly |
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We made a vow |
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To give it all we had to give |
| [02:35.91] |
We made a vow |
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To die as we had lived |
| [02:38.28] |
They flew the colors they began to fight |
| [02:39.72] |
They flailed at each other like bugs at a light |
| [02:41.34] |
Bodies and bikes beyond repair |
| [02:43.17] |
Smell of oil and gas in the air |
| [02:45.66] |
Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand |
| [02:47.49] |
And the humans and the harleys caught the shifting sand |
| [02:51.06] |
The old ranger weathered the storm |
| [02:55.08] |
And he topped the rise by the middle of morn |
| [02:58.65] |
He saw rippled dunes |
| [02:59.79] |
Calm and surreal |
| [03:01.23] |
And a glint of a solitary shaft of chromium steel |
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Golden age |
