Lyrics:

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 dads closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don�t even 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 pumped up kicks you�d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
x1

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 slight 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.
x1

[Whistling]

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.
x3