Foster the People és una banda indie rock nord-americana formada a Los Angeles, Califòrnia 2009. Els seus membres són Mark Foster (veu principal), Mark Pontius (bateria) i Cubbie Fink (baix i cors). La banda és coneguda pel seu hit Pumped Up Kicks que va aconseguir el número u al ranking Billboard de Cançons Alternatives, número tres en Cançons de Rock i número tres en el Billboard Hot 100.
El seu hit tracta un tema una mica macabre, diu que un nen que es diu Robert esta tramant un tiroteig a un col·legi:
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 found a six shooter gun
In his dad’s closet hidden oh in a box of fun things, I don’t even know what
But he’s coming for you, yeah he’s coming for you
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 found a six shooter gun
In his dad’s closet hidden oh in a 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’d better run, better run, out run 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, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet
You’d better run, better run, out run 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, out run 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, 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
He be coming home late, 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, out run 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, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet
You’d better run, better run, out run 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, out run 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, out run 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, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet
You’d better run, better run, out run 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, out run 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, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet
You’d better run, better run, out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Walk little walk
Small talk big thoughts
Gonna tell them all just what I want
That street two streets I see you and me
Hanging on the empty swings
‘Count high low don’t worry my eyes are closed
I’m a superman and it’s my show
One shoe two gonna kick with my new shoes
I’m going to kick until I need new shoes
Small talk big thoughts
Gonna tell them all just what I want
That street two streets I see you and me
Hanging on the empty swings
‘Count high low don’t worry my eyes are closed
I’m a superman and it’s my show
One shoe two gonna kick with my new shoes
I’m going to kick until I need new shoes
Yeah, yeah I said don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Talking to me, stop don’t stop don’t stop
Giving me things
Talking to me, stop don’t stop don’t stop
Giving me things
I run they run everybody run run
And we’re all just having fun
Sleigh ride boat ride piggy back ride
I’m going to show them all how I can ride
One two three close your eyes and count to four
I gonna hide behind my bedroom door
Crayon on the walls
Color on the wall
I’ll draw until I’ve broken every law
And we’re all just having fun
Sleigh ride boat ride piggy back ride
I’m going to show them all how I can ride
One two three close your eyes and count to four
I gonna hide behind my bedroom door
Crayon on the walls
Color on the wall
I’ll draw until I’ve broken every law
I said don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Talking to me
Stop don’t stop don’t stop
Giving me things
Talking to me
Stop don’t stop don’t stop
Giving me things
Stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
Laughing about it
Stop don’t stop don’t stop
Laughing about it
Stop don’t stop don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop
Talking with me, stop don’t stop don’t stop
Giving me things, stop don’t stop don’t stop
Laughing about it
Stop don’t stop don’t stop I said
Stop don’t stop don’t stop I said
Stop don’t stop don’t stop
Stop don’t stop don’t stop
Stop don’t stop don’t stop me
Talking with me, stop don’t stop don’t stop
Giving me things, stop don’t stop don’t stop
Laughing about it
Stop don’t stop don’t stop I said
Stop don’t stop don’t stop I said
Stop don’t stop don’t stop
Stop don’t stop don’t stop
Stop don’t stop don’t stop me
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