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, engine of destruction Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine Chop, chop, chop, it's 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 Gail Gail Gail Gail Gail Gail Gail
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La siguiente letra de canción es una transcripción de la canción original Chop, Chop, Chop de Alice Cooper realizada por colaboradores/usuarios de Coveralia.
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