(right On) Thru Lyrics - L7

Well, I hate the rain when I drive 

Right on thru 

'Cause the windows are broken on my 455 

Right on thru 

It don't rain much but when it do 

That dirty old rain comes right on thru 

Right on thru 

Through to you 

I had some pigeons living on my ledge 

Right on thru 

Dirty winged rats living on the edge 

Right on thru 

I give 'em a shot too 

Right on thru 

The pigeon shit seeps right on thru 

Right on thru 

Through to you 

Well, you built your house made out of lead 

Right on thru 

It keeps out those things that you dread 

Right on thru 

It don't matter where you hide 

Right on thru 

Because reality always crashes inside 

Right on thru 

Through to you