“All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run....

...better run, faster than my bullet."
- "Pumped Up Kicks"
by Foster The People

I seriously can't get this song out of my head. Tonight I made the kids sit in the car with me until it was done playing on the radio. TOTALLY. LOVE. THIS. SONG.

When I hear it, I think of Columbine. I think of Lyle and Erik Menendez. I think of the near-averted tragedy that would have probably taken place in New Orleans the day after tomorrow, if it weren't for the communication between school personnel and the Sheriff's department. And the kids who wanted to live badly enough to tell their parents, teachers, friends or probation officer about the plan afoot.

I dream of a day when songs like this are meaningless. Until then, I leave you with this:
http://youtu.be/bzP4mQ7Q-dQ

Yes, it's a link because Youtube is stupid tonight and won't let me embed the video into my post.

Ok, because you are SUCH loyal followers, here are the lyrics:

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 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:
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.
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.

Chorus:
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.
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.

[Whistling]
[Chorus x3:]
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.
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.