BIKO - Peter Gabriel

September 77, Port Elizabeth weather fine
it was business as usual in police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko because Biko 2x)
Yihla Moja Yihla Moja
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
You can blow out a candle but you can't blow out a fire
once the flames begin to catch the wind will blow it higher
And the eyes of the world are watching now
watching now