September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead
When I go to sleep at night
All my dreams are red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead
You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the wind begin to catch
The flames will higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
And world is watching now, watching now
And world is watching now, watching now
