Pumped up Kicks

You better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids

All the other kids

All the other kids

All the other kids, kids, kids, kids, kids...

Faster than my bullet

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 in his mouth, he's a cowboy kid

Yeah, he found a six shooter gun

In his dad's closet, hidden in 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

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...

Daddy works a long day

He'll be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late

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

Now, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

Reason with the cigarette

I say, "Your hair's on fire

You must have 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