(Right On) Thru

Well I hate the rain when I drive Right on through Cause the windows are broken on my 455 Right on through It don't rain much but when it do That dirty old rain comes right on through Right on through Through to you! I had some pigeons livin' on my ledge Right on through Dirty winged rats living on the edge Right on through I give em a shot too Right on through The pigeon shit seeps right on through Right on through Through to you Well you built your house made out of lead Right on through It keeps out those things that you dread Right on through It don't matter where you hide Right on through Because reality always crashes inside Right on through Through to you