It was when my wife shoved the music player back across the table that I realized I needed to think harder about the tune I was playing for her. It is a perky pop ditty with just enough low-fi murkiness to make it hip. And its bright carousel of a chorus gets in your head and spins merrily around. Maybe we're desensitized by the almost absurdly violent first-person-shooter video games so many kids spend their afternoons playing. Maybe naming the song after fancy sneakers instead of the weaponry creates enough emotional distance.
It was a catchy crossover hit that catered to multiple genre formats, and it helped usher in a new era of commercially successful indie-leaning pop music. Plus, it turned frontman Mark Foster from a L. So it may be surprising that, when reflecting on the song eight years after it reached No. So the song was written from the perspective of Robert, a high schooler with plans to go through with a school shooting. Can you share a little about how you wrote the song and where that idea came from? Well, I'll stop you in the question and say the school shooting part of it was never spoken about in the song.
It was released as the group's debut single in September , and the following year was included on their EP Foster the People and their debut album, Torches. The song was written and recorded by frontman Mark Foster while he was working as a commercial jingle writer. Contrasting with the upbeat musical composition, the lyrics describe the homicidal thoughts of a troubled youth. The track received considerable attention after it was posted online in as a free download, and it helped the group garner a multi-album record deal with Columbia Records imprint Startime International.
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, in the box of fun things And 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. 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.