Lyrics
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room
But 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
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, kids, kids)
(All the other kids, kids, kids)
Daddy works a long day
He'd 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 sleight of my hand
Is now a quick pull trigger
Reason with my cigarette
Then 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, kids, kids)
(All the other kids, kids, kids)