//TW: This song (chapter) is about a school shooting. If you're uncomfortable by that, please leave for your own safety.
The robber's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room but won't tell you his plans. He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth. He's a cowboy kid. He found a six-shooter gun in his dad's closet in a box of things. I don't even know what but he's coming for you. All the other kids with the pumped-up kicks better outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long day. He'll be coming home late, bringing home a surprise because dinner is in the kitchen and it's packed in ice. I've waited for a long time. The sleight of my hand is a quick-pull trigger. I reason with my cigarette and say, "your hair's on fire. You must've lost your wits." All the other kids with the pumped-up kicks better outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped-up kicks better run faster than my bullet.
All the other kids with the pumped-up kicks better outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run faster than my bullet.
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Short Stories/Song Lyrics
Short StoryThis is mainly full of song lyrics. Sorry. I'm not creative enough to actually make short stories. There are, like, two chapters that are short stories, but that's it. TW: If you're easily disturbed by talk or mention of suicide, some chapters are n...
