Pumped Up Kicks

Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarett
Hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
Yeah he found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things
And 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 kick
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd 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
Then say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet