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 hidden in a box
Of fun things
And 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'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 [bad word] home late, yeah, [bad word] home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
Because 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
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...