Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chop, Chop, Chop, artist - Alice Cooper. Album song Raise Your Fist And Yell, in the genre Хард-рокDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Chop, Chop, Chop |
| 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 |