Thug Songtext
von School for the Dead

Suzy′s still woozy from the helicopter flight
Pilot new where to land 'cause she′s a search light
She's got a notion that something isn't right
When the neighbors shut their shudders
And the kids stay out of sight

She′s going down to the beach from her bungalow
She hears a sound in the street that she doesn′t know

Suzy's still choosy and it′s sometimes absurd
She still doesn't know what that noise was that she heard
A farm boy wagers he can tame a lady bird
She said put up your dukes those letters sound like a word

She′s gonna drown in that wave if she doesn't run
She′s looking down at her name and she's almost done


She's not a thug, she′s not my drug
She′s not a desert island
She's not my book, she′s not a rook
She's not a pitcher plant, a super hero, a scissor fingers
She says, "Don′t make it so complicated."

Suzy says a doozy's when you step out and see
Hardly anybody even notices me
She says she doesn′t have any respect for that street
It's a miniature sun but she can still feel the heat from it

She's looking down at the town from her secret place
She′s hears a sound in the ground and she starts to pace.

She′s not a thug, she's not my drug
She′s not a desert island
She's not my book, she′s not a rook
She's not a pitcher plant, a super hero, a scissor fingers
She says, "Dear God, don′t make it so complicated."