Karaoké Biko Peter Gabriel

September seventy-seven

Port Elizabeth, weather fine

It was business as usual in police room six one nine

Oh, Biko

Biko, because Biko

Oh, Biko

Biko, because Biko

Yihla moja

Yihla moja

The man is dead

The man is dead

Ale, ale, ale, ale, ale

When I try and 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

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

Oh, Biko

Biko, because Biko

Yihla moja

Yihla moja

The man is dead

The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are watching now watching now

Oh, oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh oh

Aah oh, oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh oh