Pumped up Kicks (feat. Joy Corporation)

You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids All the other kids All the other kids All the other kids, kids, kids, kids, kids... Faster than my bullet 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 in his mouth, he's a cowboy kid Yeah, he found a six shooter gun In his dad's closet, hidden 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 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 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 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 with the... Daddy works a long day He'll be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late 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 Now, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger Reason with the cigarette I say, "Your hair's on fire You must have lost your wits, yeah" 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 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