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This is the kids present and future:
Pumped Up Kicks
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,
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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.
Johnny Rico
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(51,122 posts)MrSlayer
(22,143 posts)As stand alone lyrics, they're terrible.
saras
(6,670 posts)Shouldn't Have Given Him A Gun For Christmas (Wall of Voodoo)
Theres been snow-covered Christmases and ones just of rain
Of smoked hams and warm bread and shiny toy trains
And though theyve always been different, theyve all been the best
Yet theres one I remember more tenderly than all the rest
It all began with Uncle Jack
He made a crack and wouldnt take it back
Dad was drinkin; he got sore
There was a flash, an awful crash
It took the manger on the floor!
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldnt have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!
He put two slugs in the neighbors door and kicked apart the manger scene
The plastic Baby Jesus he blew to smithereens
I cant think of all the nine year olds who wont be seein ten
Or how he went-a caroling to the doors of now dead men!
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldnt have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldnt have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!
Oh Tannenbaum! Oh Tannenbaum!
The geese ein Ine a bummin
My name is soon a when the sun is shine
What I convince a veener schnite
Oh Tannenbaum! Oh Tannenbaum!
The geese ein Ine a bummin
Of course I can repeat those right along in now but
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldnt have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Shouldnt have given him a gun, gun, gun
Shouldnt have given him a gun for Christmas
Look what Daddy has done, done, done!
thelordofhell
(4,569 posts)Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man's reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes
Mr.Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playing poker on a losin' night
And pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commences to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done pull his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes
Mr.Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Oooh Saturday night special...
For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too...
Oooh let me tell you all about it...
Well hand guns are made for killin'
They ain't no good for nothin' else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some ole fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me
Mr.Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Ooooh it's a Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what you can do with it too...