Thru — текст песни (L7)

Well I hate the rain when I drive

Right on thru

Cause the windows are broken on my 455

Right on thru

It dont 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 dont matter where you hide

Right on thru

Because reality always crashes inside



Right on thru

Through to you