Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics

Robert's got a quick hand
He looked 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 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, hey

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
(x2)

Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, 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 slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette
And 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
(x2)

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

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