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 of his mouth
He's a cowboy kid
He found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden
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'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'll be coming home late
He's coming home late
Bringing me a surprise
Cause dinner's
in the kichen
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
Must have lost of
your wit 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
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
better I better I
oh yeah
yeah yeah 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