Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Black top, tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White line, motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face
[ Baby E]
Small town gang got nothing to do
We got guns, got drugs, got the sun and the moon
We got big city plans but it always rains
And the sheriff is a crook and knows me, by name
I said mumma was insane and daddy was a criminal
I grew up in a trailer with dreams of fucking centrefolds
Now I'm making money experimenting with chemicals
The fact that I'm alive is why I still believe in miracles
[Zella Day]
Mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
