Robert's got a quick hand
He will 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, Yeh!
In the 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 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'll be coming home late
Yeah, he's coming home late
Yeah, and he's bringing me a surprise!
'Cause dinner is 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
Then say, "your hair 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~