Foster The People Lyrics. 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, boy, in a 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 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 now a quick-pull trigger I reason with my cigarette Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah? Submit Corrections. Broken Jaw Bonus Track. Lyrics licensed by.
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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, 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. 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'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 Then say your hair's on fire You must have lost your wits, yeah. 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 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. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. 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, 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 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 Related. You gotta check out.
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It was when my wife shoved the music player back across the table that I realized I needed to think harder about the tune I was playing for her. It is a perky pop ditty with just enough low-fi murkiness to make it hip. And its bright carousel of a chorus gets in your head and spins merrily around. Maybe we're desensitized by the almost absurdly violent first-person-shooter video games so many kids spend their afternoons playing. Maybe naming the song after fancy sneakers instead of the weaponry creates enough emotional distance. Or maybe we figure — as I initially did — that it's just pop music, and its ear-candy qualities trump whatever the point of view might be. But after looking closely at the song's lyrics and listening to it many extra times, I have come to agree that this song is more deserving of a push away than the warm embrace it has mostly received. I don't for a moment fear that my kids or yours are one ill-considered pop song away from going bad, but I'd just rather not have their environment include a school shooting treated with all the gravity of bubble-gum pop — with whistling! From nowhere, they've gone to playing Lollapalooza this summer.
