Chop, Chop, Chop

I take them for a little ride
She had a black leather skirt
Chop, chop, chop, I keep the city so clean

Want money when we meet

Women on the streets
Chop, chop, chop, it's a symbiotic function
That was tight to her hips
I got 'em running in circles
With her bright red lips
Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine
I'm a lonely hunter
She's just a celluloid stripper
It spelled M A R Y Gail
Her face was so white and pale, so pale
Chop, chop, chop
Some people call me the Ripper
Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine
City full of game
Walkin' in the neon lights
Chop, chop, chop, I keep the city so clean
Stole my modus operandi from the movie screen
Chop, chop, chop
Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace
She was standing on the corner

Chop, chop, chop, I'm an engine of destruction
Chop, chop, chop, it's symbiotic function
And an anklet with a name
Chop, chop, chop, engine of destruction
Just another bloody player in my splatter-filled dream