Pumped Up Kicks

Robert's got a quick hand
 He won't look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
 Got a rolled cigarette
 Hanging out his mouth, he's the cowboy kid
 Yeah, found a six shooter gun
 In his dad's closet, in a box of fun things
 I don't even know why
 But he's coming for you, yeah he's come 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, 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 such 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 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
 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