Foster The People – Pumped Up Kicks (Official Video)
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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 kidYeah, he found a six-shooter gun In his dad’s closet with a box of fun things And 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’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
Daddy works a long day He’s coming home late, yeah, 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 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
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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