Foster The People - Pumped up Kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

In his dad's closet, it was box of fun things, and I don't even know what

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

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, faster than my bullet

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

And say "your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits," yeah

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

Robert's got a quick hand

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

He'd be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you, wait

Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks