Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Owen Gray
Owen Gray
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Owen Grey
Owen Grey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edward O-Sullivan Lee
Edward O-Sullivan Lee
Producer

Lyrics

Take away, take away
You take away the milk from the baby's mouth
And left them crying
You take away the food out of the children's plate
And leave them hungry
Well, see
There's no conscience left in you
After all that you have done
Don't try to fight against someone
Who never fight you
'Cause you know he could be the lucky, lucky one
But all day long you sit on your high horse
And gives instruction
Talk about pride, you ain't got none at all
Only corruption (Well)
How can a man like you survive?
It's like robbing from the dead
When you take away the food from the children's plate
And leave them hungry
Murderer, well
Take away, take away
You take away the food out of the children's plate
And leave them hungry (Why did you do that?)
You also take the milk from out of the baby's mouth
And leave them crying (Well)
There is no conscience left in you
After all those things you've done (How can you want?)
There's no conscience left in you
It's like robbing from the dead
You must be losing your head (See)
You take away the food out of the children's plate
You take away the milk out of the baby's mouth
What have they got left?
You wanna take away their lives
But still they've got soul (Yeah)
Still they've got soul
You take it away, take it away
Still they've got soul, still they've got soul
Take it away
Written by: Owen Gray
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