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