Peter GABRIEL – Biko

“This song was written for a very brave man: man who preached non-violence in a state which has racism enshrined in its constitution, a man who was imprisoned, tortured, and killed in a jail in South Africa. This is for Stephen Biko.”

September '77
Port Elizabeth, weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - The man is dead

When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja - The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are
watching now, watching now

Simple chords:

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