In the arms of the angel Fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here
Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he wont 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, with the 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, and 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 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. (Run, Run, Run, Run. Run, Run. R-Run, Run, Run. R-Run. R-Run, Run, Run. R-Run. Run, Run. Run, Run. Run, Run, Run.) 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. 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. Read more: Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Where the fk did u get this shit man Imafkinglooser.com seriously man my dog can cry better than this shit
My god you're stupid as ****. You don't even know what that is first of all, and you're trying to judge me. "my dog cry better than this shit" that comment was so stupid it hurt, you need to do your research before you try to roast. It's a fucking song numbnuts, and I bet you've heard it before.