Pumped Up Kicks (feat. Ralph Saenz) - John Murphy

Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plans He's got a rolled cigarette Hangin' out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid Yeah, found a six-shooter gun Yeah, in his dad's closet, oh, in a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's comin' for you, yeah, he's coming for you All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Daddy works a long day He be comin' home late, he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise 'Cause the dinner's in the kitchen, and it's packed on 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'd better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet, yeah

Won't you smile, you look so shocked Put the name tag on your smock We've come to see you, Eddie Walker We may pack a little tight, the girl up front says, it's alright And look there's more of us still getting off the bus We wish you'd come back home with us Eddie Walker, this is your life This ones you when you were small And you're learnin' how to walk They'd pick you up and you keep falling down There you are with Aunt Louise, you're bouncing on her knees Remember all those trees behind the garden They're gone, oh, they all got cut down when she died Eddie Walker, this is your life, you never had a son or a wife You sure had a hell of a time, oh, Eddie Walker, this is your life This one's you and Mary Jo Well, she couldn't come, she says, hello No, Eddie Walker and she doesn't hate your guts It's just the whole thing's shook her up How they picked you up and you kept falling down Eddie Walker, this is your life, no, Eddie Walker, this is your life You never had a coat or a tie, you never had a reason to cry An' this whole stack and all of these Are just a mist or overseas We're gonna leave you, Eddie Walker