Letras De Canciones
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
cowboykid.
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 he's comingfor you, yeah he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better
run, better run, outrun my gun
All theother kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better
run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd betterrun, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better
run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddyworks a long day
He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packedin 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 yourhair's on fire, you must have lost your wits,
yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better
run, better run, outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better
run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicksyou'd better
run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better
run, better run, faster than my bullet...
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