Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics Foster The People

Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics – Foster The People

Robert’s got a quick hand.
He’s looking ’round 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 with a box of fun things, I don’t even know what.
But he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you.

[Chorus x2:]
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.
His dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice.

I’ve waited for a long time.
Yet the slide of my hand is now a quick pulled trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair’s on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.

[Chorus x2:]
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.

Run, run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, ru- run, run, run, run.
[Whistling]

[Chorus x3:]
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.