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, 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

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