Эй мажоры
Am C
Роберт на руку скор
G
он в комнате один
D
и у него есть план
Am C
в зубах сжимая беломор
G
он сам себе господин
D
и у него есть наган
Am C
Он стащил его у отца
G
Из коробки, в которой
D
тот хранил старый хлам
Am C
Он пойдет до конца
G D
он придет за тобой он придет за тобой
Припев:
Am C
Эй мажоры вам пора дать дёру
G D
бегите быстрей но от пуль вам не уйти
Am C
Эй мажоры вам пора дать дёру
G D
бегите быстрей я считаю до пяти
Батя на заводе
вкалывает весь день вкалывает
он забыл свои бутерброды
но это не самое худшее нет
Ждать уже нету сил
Но теперь в моих руках победитель зла
С папиросой я заговорил
у тебя волосы горят ты что с ума сошла?
Припев
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,
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.
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.