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 of his mouth, he's a cowboy kid He found a six-shooter gun In his dad's closet with in a box of fun things 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'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 All the other kids with the 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'll 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 slight of my hand is now a quick pull-trigger I reason with my cigarette And say, "your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah" [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/f/foster_the_people/pumped_up_kicks.html ] 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 All the other kids with the 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 Run run run run Ru-ru-ru-run run run Ru-ru-ru-run run run run Ru-ru-ru-run run run ru-run run 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 All the other kids with the 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 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 All the other kids with the 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
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