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

Hiromija, Hiromija

The man is dead, the man is dead

When I try to sleep at night I can only dream in red

The outside world is black and white With only one colour dead

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Hiromija, Hiromija

The man is dead, the man is dead

You can blow out a candle But you can never blow out a fire

Once the flames begin to catch The wind will blow it higher

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Hiromija, Hiromija

The man is dead, the man is dead

And the eyes of the world are watching you now

They're watching you now,