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Pumped Up Kicks (Skeet Skeet show edit) Lyrics

Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room
He wont 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, in the box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you
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, and 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 now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette,Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah?"
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