Lyrics:

Robertï??s got a quick hand.
Heï??ll look around the room, he wonï??t tell you his plan.
Heï??s got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth heï??s a cowboy kid.
Yeah he found a six shooter gun.
In his dads closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I donï??t even know what.
But heï??s coming for you, yeah heï??s coming for you.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youï??d better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youï??d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
x1

Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, yeah heï??s coming home late.
And heï??s bringing me a surprise.
ï??Cause dinnerï??s in the kitchen and itï??s packed in ice.
Iï??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 hairï??s on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youï??d better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youï??d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
x1

[Whistling]

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youï??d better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youï??d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
x3