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 dads 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 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 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

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