Lyric : Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

Artist : Foster The People

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.

[Chorus x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, out run 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."

[Chorus x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

[Whistling]

[Chorus x4]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

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