Peter Gabriel - Biko

^ASeptember '77, Port El^Dizabeth weather fine ^AIt was business as usual In po^Dlice room 619 ^AOh Biko^D, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko ^GHirom^Bmija, Hiromija ^DThe m^Aan is dead, the man is dead ^AWhen I try ^Dto sleep at night I can only dream in red ^AThe outside w^Dorld is black and white With only one colour dead ^AOh Biko^D, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko ^GHirom^Bmija, Hiromija ^DThe m^Aan is dead, the man is dead ^AYou can blow o^Dut a candle But you can never blow out a fire ^AOnce the flame^Ds begin to catch The wind will blow it higher ^AOh Biko^D, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko ^GHirom^Bmija, Hiromija ^DThe m^Aan is dead, the man is dead ^AAnd the eyes^D of the world are watching you now They're watching you now,