Golden Age of Leather Blue Öyster Cult

[Intro]
Raise your can of beer on high
And seal your fate forever
Our best years have passed us by
The Golden Age of Leather

[Verse 1: Buck Dharma]
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