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   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      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