[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 cunts come patrolling
Are you the whistleblower, Pete?
Yeah, you've sold out before
Denied and deserted some men like me
When the cock 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