Pumped up Kicks (Foster The People Cover)

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
he found a six shooter gun
In his dads closet, in a box of fun things, and I don’t even know what
But he’s coming for you, 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

Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, he’s coming home late
And he’s bringing me a surprise
dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice.
I’ve waited for a long time
the sleight 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"

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, outrun my gun

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