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
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
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
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
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
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
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

(You're not doing this alone)

For my sweetheart, the melancholic
You have crossed the River Styx
And the waves have taken you away

As I lay my head on your chest
I can hear it in your veins
Wake me up when you come to bed

So toughen up
Biko, toughen up
Biko, toughen up
This world isn't kind to little things
(You're not doing this alone)

Was my love not strong enough to
Bring you back from the dead?
If I could eat your cancer I would, but I can't
(You're not doing this alone.)

So I keep writing these songs for you
To steal you from your grave
We can dance in a front room again

So toughen up
Biko, toughen up
Biko, toughen up
I need you to be strong for us

So toughen up
Biko, toughen up
Biko, toughen up
This world isn't kind to little things
(You're not doing this alone)

Don't you know that when you stand
You stand up for the both of us?
Remember that when the darkness looms
(You're not doing this alone)

Every tear you shed is cleansing
Taking the pain away from you
I left you blueberries in the fridge
The little things that I can do

So toughen up,
Biko, toughen up (that I can do)
Biko, toughen up (that I can do)
I need you to be strong for us

So toughen up
Biko, toughen up
Biko, toughen up
This world isn't kind to little things

(You're not doing this alone)

Resist!
Resist!
Resist!
Resist!

So toughen up (Resist!)
Biko, toughen up (Resist!)
Biko, toughen up (Resist!)
I need you to be strong for us (Resist!)

So toughen up (Resist!)
Biko, toughen up (Resist!)
Biko, toughen up (Resist!)
This world isn't kind to little things (Resist!)

(You're not doing this alone)

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
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-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
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now

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
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-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
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now

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
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-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
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now