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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 with 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 better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my
bullet. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long day. He'll be coming home late, 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 for 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 better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my
bullet. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.