Written by Mark Foster

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Added [bad word]  [bad word] alejandrozz

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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, in the box of fun things
I don't even know what
But [bad word] for you, yeah [bad word] for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He [bad word] home late, and [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 slight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say, "your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah?"
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You [bad word]  [bad word]  faster than my bullet