Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics

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 dads closet hidden in 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'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 be coming home late, yeah 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 slight 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