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 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 better run, better run, out run my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks Better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, out run my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks 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 bring me a surprise Cause dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice I’ve waited such a long time Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger I reason with my cigarette Then say your hair’s on fire you must have lost your wits yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, out run my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks Better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, out run my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks Better run, better run faster than my bullet
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All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, out run my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks Better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, out run my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks Better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, out run my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks Better run, better run faster than my bulletTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
