Biko
September '77Port Elizabeth weather fineIt was business as usualIn police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because BikoOh Biko, Biko, because BikoYihla Moja, Yihla Moja-The man is dead
When I try to sleep at nightI can only dream in redThe outside world is black and whiteWith only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because BikoOh Biko, Biko, because BikoYihla Moja, Yihla Moja-The man is dead
You can blow out a candleBut you can't blow out a fireOnce the flames begin to catchThe wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because BikoYihla Moja, Yihla Moja-The man is dead
And the eyes of the world arewatching nowwatching now