Foster The People Pumped Up Kicks

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 the box of fun things

I don’t even know what

But he’s coming for you, yeah he’s coming for you

[Chorus x2:]

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, and 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

I reason with my cigarette

Then say, “Your hair’s on fire, you must’ve lost your wits, yeah?”

[Chorus x2:]

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

Run, run, run, run, ru-ru-ru-run, run, run

Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run

Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run, run, run

[Whistling]

[Chorus x4:]

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