Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Yila Moja Yila Moja is man dead man is dead

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Well it's September seventy seven

Port Elizabeth weather fine

And it was business as usual

In police room 619

Oh Biko Biko Biko oh Biko Biko Biko

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Now when I try and sleep at night

I can only dream in red

You know the outside world seems black and white

With just one colour: dead

Oh Biko Biko Biko oh Biko Biko Biko

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Now you can blow out a candle

But you can't blow out a fire

Once the flame begins to catch

The wind will fan it higher

Oh Biko Biko Biko oh Biko Biko Biko

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

Yila Moja Yila Moja man is dead man is dead

And the eyes of the world they're watching now

Watching now

Watching now

Say the eyes of the world they're watching now

I pray they're watching now

Watching now

I pray they're watching now

Watching now

Watching now