Robert′s got a quick hand

He'll look around the room, he won′t tell you his plans

He's got a rolled cigaretteHangin' out his mouth, he′s a cowboy kid

Yeah, found a six-shooter gun

Yeah, in his dad′s closet, oh, in a box of fun things

I don't even know what

But he′s comin' for you, yeah, he′s coming for you

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 be comin' home late, he's coming home late

And he′s bringing me a surprise

′Cause the dinner's in the kitchen, and it′s packed on ice

I've waited for a long time

Yeah, 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

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

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, yeah