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 with a box of fun things
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 be coming home late, he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a dark 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've 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
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
You better run, better run faster than my bullet