Текст песни
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