Biko

Peter Gabriel

September Seventy-Seven
Post Elizabeth weather time
It was business as usual
In police room six-one-nine.

Chorus:
Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihlo Moja, Yihlo 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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

And the eyes of the world are
watching now, watching now.

Oh, Oh, Oh -
Na, na, na, na, na, na ...