Pearl Jam - W.M.A. Lyrics
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W.M.A.
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What Are The Lyrics For W.M.A. By Pearl Jam?
He won the lottery when he was born
Took his mothers white breast to his tongue Trained like dogs color and smell Walks by me to get to him Police man Police man He won the lottery by being born Big hand slapped a white male American Do no wrong so clean cut Dirty his hands it comes right off Police man Police man Police stopped my brother, again Police stopped my brother, again Police stopped my brother, again Police man Jesus greets me, looks just like me Do no wrong so clean cut Dirty his hands, it comes right off Police man Police man Police man Police stopped my brother again Police stopped my brother again Police stopped my brother again Police man Police man Police stopped my brother again Police stopped my brother again Police stopped my brother again Police man Police man Police man E ah e ah e ah ah ah ah E ah e ah e ah E ah e ah e ah E ah e ah e ah Eh eh E ah E ah E ah E ah na na na E ah na na na E ah na na na All my pieces set me free, human devices set me free All my pieces set me free All my pieces set me free Human devices set me free Human devices set me free All my pieces set me free All my pieces set me free Human devices set me free Human devices set me free |
Who Wrote W.M.A. By Pearl Jam?
David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder, Jeff Ament, Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard
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What's The Duration Of The W.M.A. By Pearl Jam?The duration of W.M.A. is 5:59 minutes and seconds. |
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