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.”