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