Mustang Kids Songtext
von Zella Day

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Black tar, tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White light motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face

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 mama was insane and daddy was a criminal
I grew up in a trailer with dreams of fucking centerfolds
Now I′m making money experimenting with chemicals
The fact I'm still alive is why I still believe in miracles


The mustang kids are out, the mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out, the mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out, the mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out, the mustang kids are out

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Black tar, tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White light motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face

Small-town gang, yeah, we get so bored
That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store
We′re running these streets, we're the mustang kids
Only doing what we want, and don't take no shit

I might seem wild, but mama raised a gentleman
In another life, no telling who I would′ve been
Knight or a king or a boxer in the ring
But I′m just me, so I sing


The mustang kids are out, the mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out, the mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out, the mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out, the mustang kids are out

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

I've been hearing all these things about you (ooh-ooh)
Creepin′ into all the things that I do (ooh-ooh)
I've been hearing all these things about you (ooh-ooh)
About you, about you (ooh-ooh)

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Black tar, tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White light motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face