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 his mouth He's a cowboy kid Yeah, he 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 for you
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 run, better run, faster than my bullet x2
Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, yeah, he's home late And he's bringing me a surprise Because dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah, slight of my hand is now a quick pull 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'd better run, better run, outrun my gun All the kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet x2
All other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet x3