Lyrics:

September ''77**lf**port Elizabeth Weather Fine**lf**it Was Business As Usual**lf**in Police Room 619**lf**oh Biko, Biko, Because Biko**lf**oh Biko, Biko, Because Biko**lf**yihla Moja, Yihla Moja**lf**- The Man Is Dead**lf****lf**when I Try To Sleep At Night**lf**i Can Only Dream In Red**lf**the Outside World Is Black And White**lf**with Only One Colour Dead**lf****lf**oh Biko, Biko, Because Biko**lf**oh Biko, Biko, Because Biko**lf**yihla Moja, Yihla Moja**lf**- The Man Is Dead**lf****lf**you Can Blow Out A Candle**lf**but You Can''t Blow Out A Fire**lf**once The Flames Begin To Catch**lf**the Wind Will Blow It Higher**lf****lf**oh Biko, Biko, Because Biko**lf**yihla Moja, Yihla Moja**lf**- The Man Is Dead**lf****lf**and The Eyes Of The World Are**lf**watching Now**lf**watching Now