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

Daddy works a long day

He'll 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 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'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

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

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