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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.
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, it's coming for you,
Yeah, it's coming for you.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, out run my gun,
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet,
Faster than my bullet.
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,
And now my hand is a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say, 'Your hat's on fire,
You must have lost your wits, yeah.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun,
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet,
Faster than my bullet.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, out run 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, out run my gun,
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet,
Faster than my bullet, faster than my bullet,
Faster than my bullet, faster than my bullet.
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