Pumped Up Kicks (Extended Mix)

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 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

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 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 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, you 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 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