Alice Cooper Chop, Chop, Chop

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Chop, chop, chop
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 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...