Robert's got a quick handHe'll look around the room, he won't tell you his planHe's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kidYeah found a six shooter gunIn his dad's closet hidden oh in a box of fun things, I don't even know whatBut he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for youAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, out run my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, faster than my bulletAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, out run my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, faster than my bulletDaddy works a long dayHe be coming home late, he's coming home lateAnd he's bringing me a surprise'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in iceI've waited for a long timeYeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull triggerI reason with my cigaretteAnd say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeahAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, out run my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, faster than my bulletAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, out run my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, faster than my bulletAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, out run my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, faster than my bulletAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, out run my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, faster than my bulletAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, out run my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
