Biko

Gabriel Peter

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