A D September '77, Port Elizabeth weather fineA D It was business as usual In police room 619A D Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because BikoG Bm Hiromija, Hiromija D A The man is dead, the man is deadA D When I try to sleep at night I can only dream in redA D The outside world is black and white With only one colour deadA D Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because BikoG Bm Hiromija, Hiromija D A The man is dead, the man is deadA D You can blow out a candle But you can never blow out a fireA D Once the flames begin to catch The wind will blow it higherA D Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because BikoG Bm Hiromija, Hiromija D A The man is dead, the man is deadA D And the eyes of the world are watching you now They're watching you now,