(Right On) Thru — 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 livin 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