Not the Beatles




I hear this song all the time on the radio. I find myself bobbing my head to the beat. It's catchy. I had no clue on the lyrics though. A few nights ago, Kaia was getting ready for bed and this song came on her radio. She said, "Ooo listen Mom! It's the Beatles!" No matter how many times I tried to explain to her that, in fact, this is NOT the Beatles, she wouldn't believe me. Curiosity got the better of me. I had to do some research. Turns out I was right, not the Beatles, but the lyrics are pretty serious.

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 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.

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, 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.

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.


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