Biko

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