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 Hiromija, hiromija The man is dead, 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 Hiromija, hiromija The man is dead, the man is dead
You can blow out a candle But you can never blow out a fire Once the flames begin to catch The wind will blow it higher Oh biko, biko, because biko Oh biko, biko, because biko Hiromija, hiromija The man is dead, the man is dead
And the eyes of the world are watching you now They're watching you now, watching you now Watching you now, watching you now They're watching you now You gotta waken up, you gotta face up I think you gotta open up
The eyes of the world are watching you now You gotta waken up, you gotta face up You know you can never turn away Never turn away
Words and music : peter gabriel reproduced without permission
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