Biko Lyrics
September seventy-seven
Port Elizabeth's weathered find
It was business as usual
In police room six one nine
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos 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, Bikos Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
The man is dead!
The man is dead
You can blow out our candle
But you can't blow out our fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The Wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
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Yihla moja, yihla moja
The man is dead!
The man is dead
And the eyes of the world are watching now
Watching now...
Watching now...
Oh, oh, oh
