Pumped Up Kicks

LETRA

Pumped Up Kicks

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

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 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 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
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 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, 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.
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