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Well, i hate the rain when i drive
(Right on thru)
Cuz the windows r'all broken on my 4-55
(Right on thru)
It don't rain much but when it do
(Right on thru)
The dirty ole rain comes right on thru
Thru you
Right on thru
Thru you
I had some pigeons living on my ledge
(Right on thru)
Dirty winged rats living on the edge
Right on thru
I keep the window shut
Before we're screwed
(Right on thru)
The pigeon shit seaps right on thru
Thru you
Right on thru
Thru you!
Well, you built your house made out of lead
(Right on thru)
It keeps out the things that you dread
(Right on thru)
Oh, it don't matter where you hide
(Right on thru)
Because reality always crashes inside
Right on thru
Thru you
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