Robert's got a quick head He's gonna look around the room He's got a parole cigarette Hanging out his mouth He's a cowboy kid, yeah But when he's sick, he's shootin' fun In his basketball pants Or with his box of fun things I don't even know why But he's comin' for you Yeah, he's comin' for you All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run I'll run, my gun All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run Faster than my bullet All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run I'll run, my gun All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run Faster than my bullet All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run I'll run, my gun All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run Faster than my bullet All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run Faster than my bullet Hey, we're going in It's all right, she's coming with me She's bringing me a surprise The stairs in the kitchen and the sparkle rice I've waited for a long time Yeah, the sweat on my hand is now a crippled sugary No, not my cigarette So your hands won't bite I've left it wet All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run I'll run, my gun All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run Faster than my bullet All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run I'll run, my gun All the other kids with their bums up Yeah, she better run, better run Faster than my bullet Yeah, she better run