Peter Gabriel
 
Biko
 

September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In Police Room 619
 
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-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 flame begins to catch
the wind will blow it higher
 
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-the man is dead
 
and the eyes of the world are watching now
watching now

 


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