Biko

Steptember '77 Port Elizabeth weather fine it was business as usual In Police Room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, Beacuse Biko Oh Biko, Biko, Beacuse Biko Yihla Moja, Yhila Moja - th 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, Beacuse Biko Oh Biko, Biko, Beacuse Biko Yihla Moja, Yhila Moja - th man is dead You can blow out a candle, but you can't blow out a fire once the flame begins to catch the wind will blow it higher Oh Biko, Biko, Beacuse Biko Oh Biko, Biko, Beacuse Biko Yihla Moja, Yhila Moja - th man is dead and the eyes of the world are watching now watching now