Pumped Up Kicks by Katy McAllister Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 dads 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

[Chorus]
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 home

[Verse 2]
Daddy works a long day
He 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
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah
[Chorus]
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 home

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 home

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 home

Ooooh, faster than my bullet home
Faster than my bullet