Biko

September Seventy-Seven
Post Elizabeth weather time
It was business as usual
In police room six-one-nine

A - - - /    / D - - - /    /  x4 //

 C:	Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihlo Moja, Yihlo Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead

A - - - /    / D - - - /    / x4 / G - - - / Bm - - - / A - - - /     //
( A - - - /    / D - - - /    / x4 //)

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

 C:	Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihlo Moja, Yihlo Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can’t blow out a fire
Once the flame begins to catch
The wind will blow it higher

 C:	Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihlo Moja, Yihlo Moja
The man is dead, the man is dead

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

D - - - /    / A - - - /   // (as needed)

Oh, Oh, Oh -
Na, na, na, na, na, na ...


© 1980 Mercury Records:: on his Intruder (a.k.a Three or just Peter Gabriel)