Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around 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 in a box of fun things, and I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you
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(All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun...
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster then my bullet)
Daddy works a long day
He's 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 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...
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