Pumped Up Kicks

[Verse 1]

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 cowboy kid

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

[Chorus]

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

Better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

Better run, better run, faster than my bullet

[Verse 2]

Daddy works a long day

He'll be coming home late, yeah, hе's coming home late

And he's bringing mе 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

And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits," yeah

[Chorus]

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

Better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

Better run, better run, faster than my bullet