putting a spin on pumped up kicks

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, oh 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, 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
 Daddy works a long day
 He be coming home late, and 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 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, 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
 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
 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