
Pumped Up Kicks (Room 0) American Murder Song
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All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet
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
Found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in 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
Better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late
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
The sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say "your hair is on fire
Must’ve lost your wits," yeah!
Better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet
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
Found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in 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
Better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late
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
The sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say "your hair is on fire
Must’ve lost your wits," yeah!
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