| 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 |
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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, 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 flame begins 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 |
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| And the eyes of the world are watching now |
| Watching now |