Siouxsie & The Banshees Cannibal Roses
Listening to their murmurings Trespassing through the topiary Lulled by siren perfumes Of their seductive petal openings
Cannibal roses Enticing out noses With exotic aromas Then they bite off our noses Whilst stood on our toeses
Red snappers and finger pops Fighting off psycho pomps Ring a ring a roses Cannibal roses
It’s been one of those mornings They came with no warning It’s been one of those mornings They came
