pumped up kicks

Roberts got a quick hand
Hell look around the room, he wont tell you his plan
Hes got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, hes a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six- shooter gun
In his dads closet, in a box of fun things
I dont even know what
But hes coming for you, yeah, hes coming for you
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 be coming home late, and hes coming home late
And hes bringing me a surprise
Cause dinners in the kitchen and its packed in ice
Ive 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 hairs on fire, you mustve 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
Faster than my bullet