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 color 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

Oh biko biko because biko

Yihla moja yihla moja

The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are

Watching now

Watching now

Watching now

And the eyes of the world are

Watching now

Watching now

Watching now

Watching now

Watching now

Watching now