Biko

Robert Wyatt

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 

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 

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

And the eyes of the world are 
watching now 
watching now