Sylvia's Song

I serve you wild and full of grace, you see it written on her face. You know they lock her door from the outside. A subtle smile you couldn't place 'cause it was slapped off of her face.

Surface Scratch

A surface scratch is so hard to see. The surface mark You left upon me. . Don't forget to come back. Tell her to come back. . I've been waiting to tell You.

Sure Shot

It's a sure shot, don't make it complicated. Keep your eyes on and your head in the air. You will know, you're taking it for granted. Poor thing. . You're pathetic.

Strangler

Something's gotten into your head. Say what You said. Say what You said. I can do anything, anything. Though it doesn't matter to You. (I'll find it out...).

Stand Paralyzed

All I say. I'm not easily led. But I will praise you. I will praise you. . If I could stand beside myself. Or I could walk with someone else. Like you, like you.

Slum Creeper

I feel I've said all that I could say. See it your way. . I'm tired. . If You could see what You mean to me. In my eyes. You're blind as to what You do.

Sanctify

I have it planned in my mind. Im comin' at you from behind. When your guard is down. When you least expect it. . Im gonna find out a way. For me to wallow in your ways.

Sweet Tea

My mug of little sweet tea. Covered in kerosene. Bumming with the remedy. Shake the bones inside of me. . Oh my mug of little sweet tea. Take me to your cherry tree.

Sureno Thugs

*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same time ***. . [Chours 1: OFI]. Steady steppin like full sureno thug. Grey and blue. [6x]. . [Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac]. Califa Thugs.

Sureã±o Thugs

*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same time ***. . (CHORUS 1 OFI). Steady steppin like full sureno thug. Grey and blue. . (CHORUS Sancho and Silencer). Califa Thugs.

Str8 Southsidin

(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs). We straight southsidin', lowridin'. 'Till the day we dyin', dyin'. We straight southsidin', lowridin'. 'Till the day we dyin', dyin'.

Somethin To Bump To

[Mr. Sancho]. Come with us and let's toast. Chillin in the west coast. Finest City with the best hoes, San Diego. Feelin the urge to choken, token, poten.

Sporting Life Blues

(feat. Eric Clapton). . I'm getting tired of runnin' around,. Think I will marry and settle down. This ole night life,. This ole Sportin' Life, it's killin' me.

Suicide Common

I never knew that I was trapped inside this surreal imagery. But if I don't stand and float, we could end in catastrophy. We are running out of time, between you and I.

Seven Day Woman

She takes away my monday morning blues. Spends her day off tuesday with me too. Wednesday she's a child to me. Thursday hear her sing so sweet. My seven day woman.

Soon I'll Be There

Right now you're a part of mine. Confessed it before, the bastard of mine. And all the possibilities that you're still alive. Right now you're a part of mine.

Soft Lips And Headstones

Missed my only chance to live in happiness. I guess we'll live alone, or die of loneliness. Why's life. . Why's life, why's life so hard. Why's life, why's life so hard.

Sylca

Sycamore Dreams

You're the source.. My disbelief in innocence arise.. Feel that ghost seducing me.. Try to reach a hand in that golden circle.. You are no angel. And my heart is more than emptyness..

Supervision Until Death

tortured by the agaony of selfleceration - full of pain. and fear - my sense of self-preservation keeps me. alive - the whole way of life paved by affliction.