Biko Songtext
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
The outside world is black and white
With only one color dead
Oh biko, biko, because biko
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
I can only dream in red
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
The outside world is black and white
With only one color dead
Oh biko, biko, because biko
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
PETER GABRIEL
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