St Pete lyrics

[BEARDO]
Hey, St. Pete
Hey, I thought you got my back
You got my back, Pete?
You got my back

We got tight, right?
The two of us is tight
Like banditos banding on a hooligan's night
So what's this misunderstanding?
I see the signs, see
I see the signs of a fight

Yeah, I've been on a shootin' spree
Shootin' down your purity
I wanna see the manager
Who's in charge of this goddamn city?
Who's on this blackball committee?

Hey, St. Pete
Hey, I thought you got my back
You got my back, Pete?
You got my back

Over the hill mounds
My hunters come rolling
Vile croaking sounds I hear
The c*nts come patrolling
Are you the whistleblower, Pete?
Yeah, you've sold out before
Denied and deserted some men like me
When the c*ck crows thrice
I'll jam his head in the vice
There'll be blood on the floor

Hey, St. Pete
Hey, I thought you got my back
You got my back, Pete?
You got my back