Biko

	  		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.