Pumped Up Kicks

Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room but won't tell you His plan He's got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth He's a cowboy kid, Yeah All the other kids with the pumped up Kicks You better run, better run Outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run Faster than my bullet Kicks, you better run, better run Outrun my Gun So better run, Better run Faster than my bullet Daddy works a Long day He 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 Yeah, the sled in my head 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 better run, Better run Outrun my gun All the other kids With the pumped up kicks You better run, Better run Faster than my bullet All the other Kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, Better run Outrun my gun All the other kids With the pumped up kicks You better run, Better run Faster than my bullet You better run, better run Outrun my gun So better run, better run Faster than my bullet