[Intro]
"This song was written for a brave man. A man who wasn't afraid to speak up for the rights of his people, whatever the cost to himself. For a man who was arrested, tortured, and killed in a jail in South Africa. For Stephen Biko. [?] Stephen Biko."
[Interlude]
[Verse 1]
September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
[Chorus]
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
The man is dead
The man is dead
[Interlude]
[Verse 2]
When I try and sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
"This song was written for a brave man. A man who wasn't afraid to speak up for the rights of his people, whatever the cost to himself. For a man who was arrested, tortured, and killed in a jail in South Africa. For Stephen Biko. [?] Stephen Biko."
[Interlude]
[Verse 1]
September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
[Chorus]
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla moja, yihla moja
The man is dead
The man is dead
[Interlude]
[Verse 2]
When I try and sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
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