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 with a box of fun things

I don't even know what
But he's coming for you
Yeah, he's coming for you, yeah

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 faster than my gun

I've waited for a long time
Yеah, the sleight of my hand
Is now a quick trigger
I rеason with my cigarette
And you 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