Alice Cooper – Chop, Chop, Chop

Some people call me the creeper

‘Cuz 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 so tight to her hips

And an anklet with a name

It spelled M-A-R-Y…Gail!

Gail

Gail

Gail

Gail

Gail

Gail…