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

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 out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid

Yeah, he found a six shooter gun

In his dad's closet, in a box of fun things

And 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

Daddy works a long day

He's 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 slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

I reason with my cigarette

Then say your hair's on fire

You must have lost your wits

Faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet

Faster than my bu