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, he's coming for you 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 Daddy works a long day He'll be 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 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