Pumped Up Kicks

And 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
 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
 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
 Daddy works a long day
 He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
 And he's bringing me a surprise
 'Cause the 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
 They 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
 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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 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, outrun my gun
 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