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 c- Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun In his dad's closet with a box of fun things And I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you, wait 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 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 Daddy works a long day He'll be coming home late, yeah, 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 Ye, 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 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 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 Run, run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, done 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 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 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