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.