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 dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things
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 better run, run, run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, 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 on 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
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids (kids, kids-)
All the other kids (kids, kids-)