Pumped Up Kicks lyrics

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 hidden 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

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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’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 sleight 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

[Chorus (2X)]

[Whistling]

[Chorus (3X)]