Richard Cheese - Pumped Up Kicks lyrics
[Richard Cheese - Pumped Up Kicks lyrics]
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 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
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late
And 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
I reason with my cigarette
Then say "Your hair’s on fire
You must've lost your wit's, 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 run, run, run, run
Run, run, run run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run