Pumped Up Kicks
Robert’s got a quick handHe’ll look around the roomHe won’t tell you his planHe’s got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouthHe’s a cowboy kidYeah, he found a six shooter gunIn his Dad’s closet hidden in a box of fun thingsAnd I don’t even know whatBut he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you
Chorus (2X)All the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou’d better run, better run, outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long dayHe’s coming home late, yeah, he’s coming home lateAnd he’s bringing me a surprise‘Cause dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in iceI’ve waited for a long timeYeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull triggerI reason with my cigaretteAnd say your hair’s on fireYou must have lost your wits, yeah
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