Biko - Paul Simon Lyrics - Peter Gabriel

September seventy-seven 

Port Elizabeth's weathered find 

It was business as usual 

In police room six one nine 

Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko 

Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko 

Yihla moja, yihla moja 

The man is dead! 

The man is dead. 

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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, Bikos Biko 

Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko 

yihla moja, yihla moja 

The man is dead! 

The man is dead. 

You can blow out our candle 

But you can't blow out our fire 

Once the flames begin to catch 

The Wind will blow it higher 

Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko 

Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko 

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Yihla moja, yihla moja 

The man is dead! 

The man is dead. 

And the eyes of the world are watching now 

Watching now... 

Watching now... 

Oh, oh, oh 

(Tribal funerary singing)