Chop, Chop, Chop
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Some people call me the creeper
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Cause they don't know my name or face
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I got 'em running in circles
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Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace
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I'm a lonely hunter
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City full of game
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Walkin' in the neon lights
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Chop, chop, chop, engine of destruction
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Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine
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Chop, chop, chop, it's a symbiotic function
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Chop, chop, chop, I keep the city so clean
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Chop, chop, chop
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Some people call me the Ripper
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Stole my modus operandi from the movie screen
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She's just a celluloid stripper
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Just another bloody player in my splatter-filled dream
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Women on the street
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Want money when we meet
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I take 'em for a little ride
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Chop, chop, chop, I'm an engine of destruction
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Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine
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Chop, chop, chop, it's a symbiotic function
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Chop, chop, chop, I keep the city so clean
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Chop, chop, chop
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She was standing on the corner
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With her bright red lips
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Her face was so white and pale
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So pale
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She had a black leather skirt
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That was tight to her hips
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And an anklet with a name
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It spelled M-A-R-Y
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Gail
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Gail...
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Chop, Chop, Chop
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| Alice Cooper |
