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,