School for the Dead — Thug

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Thug
Composer: Henning Ohlenbusch
Album: School for the Dead - The New You

[Verse]
B            F#             E          B
Suzy’s still woozy from the helicopter flight
B          F#                   E              B
Pilot knew where to land ‘cause she’s a search light
B            F#         E               B
She’s got a notion that something isn’t right
B                             F#
When the neighbors shut their shudders
        E                B
And the kids stay out of sight
D           D/Bb        Bm             G  F# G
She’s going down to the beach from her bungalow
D           D/Bb         Bm              G  F#   G
She hears a sound in the street that she doesn’t know


[Verse]
B            F#              E          B
Suzy’s still choosy and it’s sometimes absurd
    B             F#             E                  B
She still doesn’t know what that noise was that she heard
  B        F#            E           B
A farm boy wagers he can tame a lady bird
    B                F#                  E            B
She said put up your dukes those letters sound like a word
D           D/Bb          Bm             G  F# G
She’s gonna drown in that wave if she doesn’t run
D             D/Bb        Bm             G  F#  G
She’s looking down at her name and she’s almost done


[Chorus]
G#          G#dim              C#
She’s not a thug, she’s not my drug
            C#m
She’s not a desert island
G#           G#dim             C#
She’s not my book, she’s not a rook
            C#m              E            E7/F
She’s not a pitcher plant, a superhero, a scissor fingers
    A                    Dmaj7    Cmaj7
She says, “Don’t make it so complicated.”



[Verse]
B           F#                E           B
Suzy says a doozy’s when you step out and see
B         F#        E       B
Hardly anybody even notices me
B                    F#          E              B
She says she doesn’t have any respect for that street
       B         F#              E              B
It’s a miniature sun but she can still feel the heat from it
D            D/Bb         Bm             G  F# G
She’s looking down at the town from her secret place
D             D/Bb         Bm             G      F# G
She’s hears a sound in the ground and she starts to pace.


[Chorus]
G#          G#dim              C#
She’s not a thug, she’s not my drug
            C#m
She’s not a desert island
G#           G#dim             C#
She’s not my book, she’s not a rook
            C#m              E            E7/F
She’s not a pitcher plant, a superhero, a scissor fingers
    Am          Am/F#              Dmaj7    Cmaj7
She says, “Dear God, don’t make it so complicated.”