Letra de Pumped Up Kicks

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

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 dads closet in a 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'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

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

Daddy works a long day
He be 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
And I've waited for a long time
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair's on fire you must have lost your wits yeah

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
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

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

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