"Last Riders Crew" lyrics

I'm in a deep part of the woods in a country town
I mean, it's old and its hills run steep
I started out down the road with a cigarette at light speed

Me and my boys, we're known as the last riders
We used to meet up about twice a week
But if there's work to be done, we'll do it well
You'll see

We'll always be the last ones off the marshlands
We'll often be the first ones on the scene
We understand the mystical traditions
And that the river magic's running deep

We used to work out the basement of a chapel once
Or an apartment off 333
We liked to park off trails on the mountainsides
And we would cast our spells when the moon was high
We had to pay off cops a couple times

Where the road gets rough, we'll be ready there
And where the fog gets dense, we'll be ready there

We'll always be the last ones off the marshlands
We'll often be the first ones on the scene
We understand the mystical traditions
And that the river magic's running deep

We travel on the pathways long forgotten
We walk among the animals and the trees
We started as a magic-centered union
A magic-centered union's what we'll be