Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics by Foster The People

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 hidden in a box of fun things,
and I dont even know what
But hes coming for you, yeah hes coming for you.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youd better run,
better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youd better run,
better run, faster than my bullet.
[x2]

Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late,
yeah 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 slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hairs on fire,
you must have lost your wits, yeah.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youd better run,
better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youd better run,
better run, faster than my bullet.
[x2]

[Whistling]

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youd better run,
better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks youd better run,
better run, faster than my bullet.
[x4]