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 found a six shooter gun
In his dads closet hidden oh 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
Youd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, 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, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Youd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Songwriters: Mark Foster