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