Pumped up Kicks

Robert's got a quick hand

He'll look around the room, but 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, and with 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

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, yeah, 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

Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have 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

Outrun my gun

Ooooh ahhh

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 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