Robert's
got a quick hand.
He's
looking 'round 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 with a box of fun things, I don't even know what.
But
he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you.
[Chorus
x2:]
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's
coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late.
And
he's bringing me a surprise.
His
dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've
waited for a long time.
Yet
the slide of my hand is now a quick pulled trigger,
I
reason with my cigarette,
And
say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.
[Chorus
x2:]
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.
Run,
run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, run, run, ru- ru-
ru- run, ru- run, run, run, run.
[Whistling]
[Chorus
x3:]
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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