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
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