Biko - Robert Wyatt

Inamajo Inamajo man is dead man is dead

Inamajo Inamajo man is dead man is dead

Well it’s September seventy seven

Port Elizabeth weather fine

And it was business as usual

In police room 619

Oh Biko Biko Biko oh Biko Biko Biko

Inamajo Inamajo man is dead man is dead

Now when I try to sleep at night

I can only dream in red

You know the outside world seems black and white

With just one colour: dead

Oh Biko…

Inamajo…

Now you can blow out a candle

But you can’t blow out a fire oh no

Once the flame begins to catch

The wind will fan it higher

Oh Biko…

Inamajo…

Inamajo…

And the eyes of the world they’re watching now

They’re watching now

Watching now