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Songs of suburbia and the futuristic prize at the end of the rainbow.


released September 17, 2013



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SIRR Rothesay, New Brunswick

Please take and share the music. SIRR is a musical project led by Mark O'Connor ( along with collaborators like guitarist Mark Hill, Paul Healey. drummer Steve Hill and many other collaborators from Wikiloops. SIRR makes catchy pop/rock music with electronic or rap elements. ... more

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Track Name: Monkey Man
I'm a little
Monkey Man
Living in a jungle land
A monkey man

I'm a little
Monkey man
I like to do
what I want to
Do-do-do do do

I'm a furry
Monkey man
Funny looking
Yes I am

I'm a part of
Monkey clan
A strange looking nit picking kind of

Top banana
Monkey tree
I'm the top banana
Of my monkey
Ooh ooh
Aah aah

Top banana
Monkey tree
I'm the top banana
Of my monkey


I'm just a little monkey man
Trying to do very best I can
I like to think that I have a plan
But I am...
Just a little monkey man

Monkey business
Monkey brass
Monkey wrench
And monkey mask
And monkey mask

Monkey fingers
Monkey toes
Monkey high
And monkey low
On totem pole

Monkey see and
Monkey do
Monkey games in
Monkey suits
In monkey suits


I'm just a little monkey man
Trying to do very best I can
I like to think that I have a plan
But I am...
Just a little monkey man

Monkey swings and
Monkey bars
Monkey on your back
And a monkey czar
A monkey czar

Monkey bread and
Monkey butter
Monkey rain
And monkey mothers

Top banana
That's on the monkey tree

Oh Yeah
Track Name: Looking For The Worst
Looking For The Worst

I'm looking, I'm looking, I'm looking
For the worst
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For the hearse
I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking
That I'm cursed
I'm looking, I'm looking, I'm looking
For the worst

I tell my friends just for kicks
They roll their eyes and tell me that I'm sick
But in the end we're all just turning tricks
You'd think I'd learn but I've got a head full of bricks

I'm losing, I'm losing, I'm losing
I'm losing my mind
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
Out of time
I'm trying, I'm tyring , I'm trying
To be kind
There's no doubt at all that
I'm losing, I'm losing, I'm losing
My freaking mind

Come all you crazy lunatics
It's all some sort of lottery pick
Can you hear the tocks and the ticks
Sometime you've got to take your licks

I'm racing, I'm racing, I'm racing
To be first
I'm slaving, I'm slaving, I'm slaving
For the purse
I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm calling
For the nurse
I'm living, I'm living, I'm living
With a thirst

So this is what I wanted to say
Do what you want but do it do it today
Treat 'em like gold and it'll be okay
Cause you know not the hour or the day

Oh what have I done here to deserve this
I'd trade it all in for just one just one kiss
All of these wounds were very poorly stitched
Even God up above doesn't care for a snitch

Living, I'm living., I'm living
With a thirst
(Dessert dry)
Living, I'm living, I'm living
With a thirst
(Like I'm parched)
Come on
Do your thang
Live it up
Then live it down
Track Name: Suburban Blues
Suburban Blues by SIRR!

Walking my dawg
Pooper scooper
In case of a log
Neighbour snooper

Off to the gym
Super shaper
Checking out Barbie
Cue steak for dinner

Laptop belly
Carpool tunnel
Endless tele-

Corporate cubicle
Think inside the box
Ratrace musical
Chairmens are defrocked

Commuter sentence
Road rage hummers
Boredom tumours
Sex by numbers

Lapdog dancer
Boss for dinner
Email rebel
Porno sinner

Pavlog’s dog
Alarm clock rings
Roll out of bed
Doggie fetches things

Diversified portfoolio
Two car garage
No clue family
Ain’t no mirage

Suburban blues
Subway reds
Get rich mind melt
Screws with your head

They came in i-pods
Body snatchers
Vacant zombies
What the facts is

Homework headaches
Missing manners
Quality time outs
In the day planner

Thought police
Robbing us blonde
Virulent religion
Still King Kong

Soccer moms
Mini vans
Shopping trips
Weekend tans

Dad’s on the road
Finds the bacon
Mom’s in the chat room
For the taking

White picked fenced
Bedside manners
Flagrant violation
Divorce drama

High by definition
Electrical teet
Brain on pause
Lulled to sleep


Gimme gimme gimme
Gimme gimme gimme
Gimme gimme gimme
Lear Jet
Gimme gimme gimme
Never get

Kids at the mall
Moving the dope
Ditch party girls
On the slippery slope

Zoloft and Dilaudid
Make a pretty pair
Friends with benefits
Thousand yard stare

Neighbours in hoods
Lights are always on
Once the grow op
Shades are always drawn

Mr. Pedophile
Two streets overs
No kids out playing
Tag or red rover

Thin veneer
Of chicken soup
Can’t cure this cold
Can’t hide this truth

Taking it to
A whole new level
Watching Dr. Phil
Cure the devil
Track Name: Type A
Hot summer night
Windy country road

Strange blue lights
Out of control

A cold heartless grey
Who was a real type A

Signals started crossing
Sounded like a code

Pulled into the air
Toward their abode

Probed my mind
Probed my mind
Probed my mind

A cold heartless grey
Who was a real type A

Taller than the others
Called all the shots

Lipless motherfucker
In his web I was caught

Stretched out on his table he

Probed my mind
He probed my mind
He poked and he prodded and he fondled and he probed my mind

Jesus, I can't move
My head is swimming
Ah, where am I?

Don't don't don't
Please please


Oh no you don't
Gonna fight back
Gonna fight back
Whatever I take gonna give ya double back

Okay Mr. Grey and Mighty
Let's see if you can swim
Gonna take you to the deep end

Wanna see what lurks in the deep recess of my mind
Well now, it ain't an episode of Happy Days now is it?

What's that?
Is that revulsion?
Is that fear?

Things getting a little too hairy for you?
Well, I'm only getting started
Now you're an out of control freak

Are we having fun now
Oh, no I'm not letting you out
You wanted in
Take a good look around
Time to phone home, ET
What? No answer?
Everyone busy making crop circles?
I'm sorry, Grey. I'm afraid I can't do that

Fuck you
Fuck fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you

You think you're so superior
You should think about hittin' the gym, Slim
Work on those biceps
And unclenching those butt cheeks of yours
They look like they're superglued together

Probed my mind
Yeah I showed him a good time
He poked and he prodded and he fondled and he probed my mind

He won't be doing that anymore
Come again soon.