Song Madism, Felix Samuel - Pumped Up Kicks (by Foster the People)

Robert's got a quick hand
He won't look around the room, he won't tell you his plans
Got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's the cowboy kid

Yeah, found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet, in a box of fun things
I don't even know why
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

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 such a long time
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say "Your hair's on fire, 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, faster than my bullet