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 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 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
faster than my bullet
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 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
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