Pumped Up Kicks - Jeff Hendrick/Julia Sheer

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

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 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

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

He's bringing me a surprise

Because 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

Faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet