Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room He won't tell you his plan He's got a roll of cigarette Hanging out his mouth He's a cowboy kid Yeah, I found a sick shooting gun In his dad's closet With 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 kids You better run, better run, better run, my girl All the other kids with the pumped up kids You better run, better run, faster than my bullet I can tell you it's been a long day He's coming home late, he's coming home late He's bringing me a surprise Cause the dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed on my side I've been waiting for a long time And the slap in my hand is now a quick pull I'll treat you well, be easy, I see that And set your heads on fire, must have lost your whole skin All the other kids with the pumped up kids You better run, better run, better run, my girl All the other kids with the pumped up kids You better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kids You better run, better run, better run, my girl All the other kids with the pumped up kids You better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kids You better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kids You better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kids You better run, better run, better run, my girl All the other kids with the pumped up kids You better run, better run, faster than my bullet