Pumped Up Kicks (Gus Dapperton Version)

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 and a box of fun things 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 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 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 They say, "Your hair's on fire, must have 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 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