All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid, yeah
Found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you
Yeah, he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair's on fire
Must have lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet