Ke$ha's 'Die Young', Foster The People's 'Pumped Up Kicks' pulled from US radio stations in the wake of Newtown massacre

In the wake of the Newtown massacre, two hit songs which tackle on killing/hurting young people and dying young were pulled from US radio stations.

Foster The People's no. 2-peaking song on the  Billboard Hot 100  'Pumped up Kicks' and the most recent hit from Ke$ha, 'Die Young' were yanked from radio stations in the US as respect to those who perished in the Newtown shooting.

Foster the People frontman Mark Foster has said that the song was written to help bring awareness on gun violence in schools and was partly inspired by the Columbine tragedy.  

Also peaked at no. 2 on Billboard Hot 100, 'Die Young' suffered a huge fall on sales and airplay after the tragic shooting in an elementary school in Connecticut.

Ke$ha apologized for writing the song and tweeted that she was forced to sing the song.

Here are the music videos and lyrics to the two songs.


DIE YOUNG lyrics - Ke$ha
I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

[Beat break]

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin like we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin hard just like we should
Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up (You Know)
That magic that we got nobody can touch (For sure)

Looking for some trouble tonight
Take my hand, I'll show you the wild, side
Like it's the last night of our lives
We'll keep dancing till we die

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms,
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

[Beat break]

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Young hunks, taking shots
Stripping down to dirty socks
Music up, gettin' hot
Kiss me, give me all you've got
It's pretty obvious that you've got a crush (you know)
That magic in your pants, it's making me blush (for sure)

Looking for some trouble tonight
Take my hand i'll show you the wild side
Like it's the last night of our lives
We'll keep dancing till we die

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms,
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

PUMPED UP KICKS LYRICS - Foster The People

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 x2:]

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'll 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 x2:]

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.