Alice Cooper - Chop, Chop, Chop - Текст песни

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