27 February 2012

I can dance because of this

What turns me on more than morbidity?


Happy morbidity!



Foster The People - 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 dads closet with a box of fun things,
and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you saying:

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. '
Cause 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.

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.

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