Sinead O'Connor - Biko (Peter Gabriel) lyrics

September '77

Port Elizabeth weather fine

It was business as usual

In police room 619

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, because

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, Biko

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, because

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, Biko

Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja

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, Biko, because

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, Biko

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, because

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, 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, Biko, because

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, Biko

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, because

Oh Biko, Biko, Biko, Biko

Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja

The man is dead, the man is dead

Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja

The man is dead, the man is dead

Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja

The man is dead, the man is dead