Intro: Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room he won't tell you his plan Got a rolled cigarette Hangin' out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid Yeah, found a six-shooter gun In his dads closet hidden with a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's comin' for you, yeah he's comin for you, hey 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'll be coming home late, he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise Cos' dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time 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 (run run run) (whistle) 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