He will 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, Yeh!

In the box of fun things

And 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!

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'll be coming home late

Yeah, he's coming home late

Yeah, and he's bringing me a surprise!

'Cause dinner is 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

Then say, "your hair on fire, you 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~