Some people call me the creeper
'cause they don't know my name or face
i got 'em running in circles
because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace
i'm a lonely hunter
city full of game
walkin' in the neon lights
Chop, chop, chop - engine of destruction
chop, chop, chop - a perfect killing machine
chop, chop, chop - it's a symbiotic function
chop, chop, chop - i keep the city so clean
chop, chop, chop
Some people call me the ripper
stole my modus operandi from the movie screen
she's just a celluloid stripper
just another bloody player in my splatter-filled dream
women on the streets
want money when we meet
i take them for a little ride
Chop, chop, chop - i'm an engine of destruction
chop, chop, chop - a perfect killing machine
chop, chop, chop - it's a symbiotic function
chop, chop, chop - i keep the city so clean
chop, chop, chop
She was standing on the corner with her bright red lips
her face was so white and pale
so pale
she had a black leather skirt that was tight to her hips
and an anklet with a name
it spelled m-a-r-y...gail!
gail
gail
gail
gail
gail
gail...
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