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