Pumped Up Kicks

[Verse]
 Dm                        F
 Robert's got a quick hand
       C
 He'll look around the room
          G
 He won't tell you his plan
      Dm                     F
 He's got a rolled cigarette
         C
 hanging out his mouth
        G
 He's a cowboy kid
          Dm                      F
 Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
        C
 In his dad's closet hidden
      G
 in a box of fun things
     Dm                   F
 And I don't even know what
          C                          G
 But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
 
 
 [Chorus]
 Dm                          F
 All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
              C                 G
 You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
 Dm                          F
 All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
              C                 G
 You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
 
 
 [Verse]
 Dm                    F
 Caddy works a long day
       C                            G
 He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
          Dm                    F
 And he's bringing me a surprise
         C                                G
 Because dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
      Dm                     F
 I've waited for a long time
           C                          G
 Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
   Dm                      F
 I reason with my cigarette
              C
 And say your hair's on fire
               G
 You must have lost your wits, yeah
 
 
 [Chorus]
 Dm                          F
 All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
              C                G
 You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
 Dm                          F
 All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
              C                G
 You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
 
 Dm                          F
 All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
              C                G
 You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
 Dm                          F
 All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
              C                G
 You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet