Robert’s got a quick hand
He’ll look around the room, but won’t tell you his plan
He’s got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he’s a cowboy kid, yeahHe found a six-shooter gun
In his dad’s closet, and with a box of fun things
I don’t even know what
But he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for youAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Faster than my bulletAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Faster than my bulletDaddy works a long day
He’d 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 iceI’ve waited for a long time
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then 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 gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Faster than my bulletAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Faster than my bulletRun, run, run, run
R-r-r-run, run, run, run
R-r-r-run, run, run, run
R-r-r-run
Run, run
Run, run, runAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Faster than my bulletAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Faster than my bulletAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Faster than my bullet