Biko Lyrics & Chords By Peter Gabriel

Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
September seventy-seven
On Elizabeth's weathered find
It was business as usual
In police room six one nine
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos 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 balck and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
yihla moja, yihla moja
The man is dead!
The man is dead.
You can blow out our candle
But you can't blow out our fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The Wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, Bikos Biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
The man is dead!
The man is dead.
And the eyes of the world are watching now
Watching now...
Oh, oh, oh
(Tribal funerany singing )