Lyrics to Pumped Up Kicks :
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 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.
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Daddy works a long day.
He [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 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.
x1

[Whistling]

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.
x3