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Pumped-Up Kicks 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 [Chorus: 2x] 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 coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise Because 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 [Chorus: 2x] 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 [6x:] 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... Навороченные кроссовки Роберт скор на расправу, Он окинет взглядом комнату И не расскажет тебе о своём плане. У него изо рта торчит самокрутка, Он - сын ковбоя. Да, он нашел шестизарядное ружьё В шкафу своего отца, спрятанное в коробке Со всякими забавными штучками. И я даже не представляю, что будет дальше, Но он идёт за тобой, да, он придёт за тобой. [Припев: 2x] Эй, детишки в навороченных кроссовках (1) – Вам лучше бежать! Лучше бегите, спасайтесь от моего ружья! Эй, детишки в навороченных кроссовках – Лучше бегите, лучше бегите, быстрее, чем моя пуля! У моего папы длинный рабочий день, Он приходит домой поздно, да, он приходит поздно И приносит мне сюрприз - Ведь ужин на кухне и упакован в лёд... Я так долго ждал, Да, в моих слабых руках теперь быстрый спусковой механизм. Обращаюсь к своей сигарете Со словами: "У тебя волосы горят!" Ты, должно быть, совсем сбрендил, да! [Припев: 2x] Эй, детишки в навороченных кроссовках – Вам лучше бежать! Лучше бегите, спасайтесь от моего ружья! Эй, детишки в навороченных кроссовках – Лучше бегите, лучше бегите, быстрее, чем моя пуля! [6x:] Эй, детишки в навороченных кроссовках – Вам лучше бежать! Лучше бегите, спасайтесь от моего ружья! Эй, детишки в навороченных кроссовках – Лучше бегите, лучше бегите, быстрее, чем моя пуля! |
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Pumped-up kicks
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
[Chorus: 2x]
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 coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
Because 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
[Chorus: 2x]
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
[6x:]
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 ...
Fancy sneakers
Robert is quick to kill
He will look around the room
And she won’t tell you about her plan.
A cigarette stick sticks out of his mouth,
He is the son of a cowboy.
Yes, he found a six-shot gun
In his father's closet, hidden in a box
With all sorts of funny little things.
And I can’t even imagine what will happen next,
But he comes after you, yes, he comes after you.
[Chorus: 2x]
Hey kids in tricky sneakers (1) -
You better run! Run better, save yourself from my gun!
Hey, kids in fancy sneakers -
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
My dad has a long working day,
He comes home late, yes he comes late
And it brings me a surprise -
After all, dinner is in the kitchen and packed in ice ...
I've been waiting so long
Yes, in my weak hands now a quick trigger.
Turning to my cigarette
With the words: "Your hair is burning!"
You must have completely screwed up, yes!
[Chorus: 2x]
Hey, kids in fancy sneakers -
You better run! Run better, save yourself from my gun!
Hey, kids in fancy sneakers -
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
[6x:]
Hey, kids in fancy sneakers -
You better run! Run better, save yourself from my gun!
Hey, kids in fancy sneakers -
Better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
