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
Hangin' out his mouth
He's a cowboy kid
Yeah he found
a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet
with a box of fun things
And I don't even know what
But he's comin' for you
Yeah he's comin' 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 be comin' home late
He's comin' home late
And he's bringin'
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
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
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