Four and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honor NC Raise your can of beer on high, and seal your fate forever ( A G) x4 Our best years have past us by, the golden age of leather A G A G This was the night not long to … They flailed at each other like bugs at a light Lyrics to "Golden Age Of Leather" by BLUE OYSTER CULT: 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 … Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. From the Album Spectres November 1, 1977 5.0 out of 5 stars 1 rating. Blue Oyster Cult. Where in a desert way-house, poised on the brink of eternity The golden age of leather, This was the night not long to come in the year of our Lord A.D. Smell of oil and gas in the air, Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand And the old ranger weathered the storm Scrobbling is when Last.fm tracks the music you listen to and automatically adds it to your music profile. an age Start your 30-day free trial of Unlimited to listen to this song plus tens of millions more songs. A new version of Last.fm is available, to keep everything running smoothly, please reload the site. Golden Age of Leather.
Made supple by years of stinging cinders
Some had died (they were buried with their bikes) Do you know any background info about this track? He saw rippled dunes, calm and surreal
Some user-contributed text on this page is available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License; additional terms may apply. A last crusade, a final outrage, in this day of flacid plumage, And there was worn no cloth but leather
Javascript is required to view shouts on this page. And he topped the rise by the middle of morn And passed from man to man, a wanton child to dead to care That each would find his pleasure as he might Golden Age Of Leather ( - B. Abbott - D. Roeser - ) 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 That each would find his pleasure as he might Connect your Spotify account to your Last.fm account and scrobble everything you listen to, from any Spotify app on any device or platform. That each would find his pleasure as he might Bodies and bikes beyond repair And here were seen the scars of age Torn strips of color (the red and the black), We made a vow to give it all we had to give A last crusade, a final outrage, in this day of flacid plumage, And there was worn no cloth but leather 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