Biko

Tom: A

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
   A                   D 
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
   A                   D 
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
   A                   D 
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
        A 
They're watching you now.