And 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, he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things
And 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, 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
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause the dinner's in the kitchen, and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
They say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits
Yeah
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
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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, outrun my gun
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