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