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
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