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 with a box of fun things
I don't even know what 
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you

Saying
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
And 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
And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah"

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

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