Siouxsie Sioux Queen

Listening to their murmurings
Trespassing thru the topiary
Lulled by siren perfumes
Of their seductive petal openings

Cannibal roses
Enticing our noses
With exotic aromas
Then they bite off our noses
Whilst stoof on our toeses

Red snappers and finger pops
Fighting off psycho pomps
Ring a ring a roses
To Cannibal roses

One of those mornings
They came with no warning
It's been one of those mornings