Peter Gabriel - 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 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 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja, - The man is dead The 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, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - The man is dead - The man is dead