Pumped Up Kicks

Robert's got a quick hand

He won't look around the room, he won't tell you his plans

Got a rolled cigarette

Hanging out his mouth, he's the cowboy kid

Yeah, found a six-shooter gun

In his dad's closet in a box of fun things

I don't even know why

But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day

He'd be coming home late, and 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 such a long time

Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull-trigger

I reason with my cigarette

And say, "Your hair's on fire, must've lost your wits, yeah"

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet