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...