Mustangs

Lyrics by：Carl Barât/Pete Doherty/John Hassall/Gary Powell/Danny Connors

Composed by：Carl Barât/Pete Doherty/John Hassall/Gary Powell/Danny Connors

Produced by：Dimitri Tikovoi

Mustangs

Mustangs

Move very

Foul in juice morning and dish water skies

Traci don't mind a little chorin'

She likes a one-litre liquor prize

Ah traci likes a drinky

When the kids are at school

Drinky

In her juicy couture tracksuit

She stares at the wall

Juicy

You can see her every night riding

Mustangs to her dreams mustangs

Every single night she's riding

Mustangs to her dreams mustangs

And there's the pigman in a low rider smoking

Rollies in the sunset unholy from the road

He guzzles up the rider

He's like pacman when he goes

Sister Mary shivers at the touch of the Lord

And the pastor behind her

Tells her not to wear short shorts

How many short shorts

You going short shorts

She's alone with her thoughts in the garden of Eden

Garden of Eden

Mustangs

Oblivious to the dogs

And the advances of heathens

The advances of heathens

But every single night

She rides mustangs to her dreams mustangs

Here's to the pigman in the low-rider smokin'

Rollies in the sunset unholy from the road

He guzzles up the rider

He's like pacman when he goes

All dream on tonight

Diving mustangs into the night

All dream on tonight

Diving mustangs into the night

All dream on tonight

Diving mustangs into the night

All dream on tonight

Diving mustangs into the night

All dream on tonight

Diving mustangs into the night

All dream on tonight

Diving mustangs into the night