Peter Gabriel - Biko

^FSeptember '77, Port El^Cizabeth weather fine ^FIt was business as usual In po^Clice room 619 ^FOh Biko^C, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko ^FHirom^Amija, Hiromija ^CThe m^Fan is dead, the man is dead ^FWhen I try ^Cto sleep at night I can only dream in red ^FThe outside w^Corld is black and white With only one colour dead ^FOh Biko^C, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko ^FHirom^Amija, Hiromija ^CThe m^Fan is dead, the man is dead ^FYou can blow o^Cut a candle But you can never blow out a fire ^FOnce the flame^Cs begin to catch The wind will blow it higher ^FOh Biko^C, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko ^FHirom^Amija, Hiromija ^CThe m^Fan is dead, the man is dead ^FAnd the eyes^C of the world are watching you now They're watching you now,