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 with a box of fun things 
And I don't even know what
But [bad word] for you, yeah, [bad word] for you, wait

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day
He'll [bad word] home late, yeah, [bad word] 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
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 [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet