Puffed-up Cliques (Parody of "Pumped up Kicks")

Robert's caught in quicksand
 He's lookin' 'round the room for help but he's stranded
 Got untold secrets
 Ain't comin' out of his mouth, he's a careful kid
 Or from the clique he'll be shunned
 And he's gettin' blasé, he reads the book for somethin'
 I don't think he knows what
 But he's huntin' for truth, yeah, he's hungry for truth
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 They're better than everyone, how come, how come
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 I'd rather run with the son back where there's no bullies
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 They get to shun everyone outside their fun
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 I'd rather run with the son that's where it's the coolest
 Said His word's a long blade
 It can cuts ya both ways, and if Robert obeys it
 He thinks he'll be ostracized
 But didn't Jesus mention it's a sacrifice
 He weighs it for a long time
 Then in spite of the danger, leaves the clique forever
 He's no longer secret
 Sayin' pearls of value also cost you a bit
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 They're better than everyone, how come, how come
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 I'd rather run with the son, back where there's no bullies
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 They get to shun everyone outside their fun
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 I'd rather run with the son; that's where it's the coolest
 Run-run-run-run-run, run-run with the so-o-o-on
 Run, ru-ru-ru-run-run-run-run-run, run-run with the son, son
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 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 They're better than everyone, how come, how come?
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 I'd rather run with the son, back where there's no bullies
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 They get to shun everyone outside their fun
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 I'd rather run with the son; that's where it's the coolest
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 They're better than everyone, how come, how come?
 All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques
 I'd rather run with the son, back where there's no bullies