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 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 x4 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 later, yeah, he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise Because 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! All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun x4 All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet