Biko
(Peter Gabriel)

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

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

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

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
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

And the eyes of the world are watching now
And the eyes of the world are watching now

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