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.
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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.
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[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.
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