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Chop, Chop, Chop - Alice Cooper

Written by：Kane Robert

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

And 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 street

Want money when we meet

I take 'em 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

Gail

Gail

Gail