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

Hiromija, Hiromija

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, because Biko

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Hiromija, Hiromija

The man is dead, the man is dead



You can blow out a candle

But you can never 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

Hiromija, Hiromija

The man is dead, the man is dead



And the eyes of the world are watching you now

They're watching you now, watching you now

Watching you now, watching you now

They're watching you now

You gotta waken up, you gotta face up

I think you gotta open up



The eyes of the world are watching you now

You gotta waken up, you gotta face up

You know you can never turn away