歌词
Robert's got quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't telling you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth
He is cowboy's kid
Yeah he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, and 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
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause the dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in the ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, a 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
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
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