[Verse 1]
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, but 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, with a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you
Yeah, he's coming for you

[Chorus]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Faster than my bullet
(All the other kids, kids, kids)
(All the other kids, kids, kids)

[Verse 2]
Daddy works a long day
He'll 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 sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
Reason with my cigarette
And say, "Your hair's on fire
"You must've lost your wits," yeah
[Chorus]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run
Faster than my bullet
(All the other kids, kids, kids)
(All the other kids, kids, kids)