Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room He won't tell you his plan He's got a cigarette hanging out his mouth 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 know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming 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 up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my x2
Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise Because dinner's in the 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 must have lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better better run, faster than my bullet x2
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 faster than my bullet x3