Pumped of Kicks,LYRICS

22.07.2012 14:47

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 dads closet hidden 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'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 
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 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 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 

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 
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 

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks 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. 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better 
run, better run, faster than my bullet. 
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