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 with a box of fun things.
I don't even know what but he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids
Cause all the cool kids they seem to fit in
I wish that I could be like the cool kids
Like the cool kids
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run faster than my bullet.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, he's coming 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 like a quick-pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette
And say, Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids
Cause all the cool kids they seem to fit in
I wish that I could be like the cool kids
Like the cool kids
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
you better run, better run faster than my bullet.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
(I wish that I could be like the cool kids)
you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
(I wish that I could be like the cool kids)
you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

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