Chop, Chop, Chop song lyrics
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...
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lyrics for Chop, Chop, Chop, the 8th song of the 10 recorded for the album Raise Your Fist And Yell, with a total running time of , by Alice Cooper. It was released on via , and produced by .
