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.
Hiromija, Hiromija.
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.
Hiromija, Hiromija.
The man is dead, the man is dead.
You can blow out a candle.
But you can never 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.
Hiromija, Hiromija.
The man is dead, the man is dead.
And the eyes of the world are watching you now.
They're watching you now, watching you now.
Watching you now, watching you now.
They're watching you now.
You gotta waken up, you gotta face up.
I think you gotta open up.
The eyes of the world are watching you now.
You gotta waken up, you gotta face up.
You know you can never turn away.
Never turn away.
