Pumped Up Kicks

Robbers got a quick hand He don't look around the room

He won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette

Hanging out his mouth He's that cowboy kid, yeah

He's all the other kids With the pumped up kicks

He better run, better run, Out ran back on

All the other kids With the pumped up kicks

He better run, better run, Faster than my boy

All the other kids With the pumped up kicks

He better run, better run, Faster than my boy

All the other kids With the pumped up kicks

He better run, better run, Out ran back on

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Daddy works a long day

Baby 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 for a long time

And the slide in my hand

Is now a quick pull trigger

I reason in my cigarette

And say your hair's on fire

You must've lost your wits, yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kids

Who better run, better run

I've run my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kids

Who better run, better run

And I'm faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kids

Who better run, better run

Faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kids

Who better run, better run

I've run my gun

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