Thug Songtext
von School for the Dead

Susie′s still woozy from the helicopter flight
The pilot knew where to land 'cause she′s a searchlight
She's got a notion that something isn't right
When the neighbors shut the shutters 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

Susie's still choosy and is sometimes concerned
She still doesn′t know what that noise was that she heard
A barboy waitress who can tame a ladybird
She said, "What if your tips don't let her sound like a word?"

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


She's not a thug, she′s not my drug
She′s not a pitcher plant
She's not a rug, she′s not a book
She's not a desert island
A superhero with scissor fingers
She says, "Don′t make it so complicated"

Susie says the doozies in the sky are seen
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 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 pitcher plant
She's not a rug, she′s not a book
She's not a flaming hoop
A superhero with scissor fingers
She says, "Dear God, don′t make it so complicated"