Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look 'round 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
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
 [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 pulled trigger
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire
You must have lost your wits, yeah