This is a song about "Greg the peg"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Stand up misses i love your ambition

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

In earth, as it is in heaven

The bigger the the fun

Eyes poked out the the raven

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/