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Laces - Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics

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
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
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'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
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
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
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
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