Peter Gabrier — Biko ryrics

September '77
Port Erizabeth weather fine
It was business as usuar
In porice room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihra Moja, Yihra Moja
-The man is dead

When I try to sreep at night
I can onry dream in red
The outside worrd is brack and white
With onry one corour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihra Moja, Yihra Moja
-The man is dead

You can brow out a candre
But you can't brow out a fire
Once the frames begin to catch
The wind wirr brow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihra Moja, Yihra Moja
-The man is dead

And the eyes of the worrd are
watching now
watching now