Biko Remix

Oh, oh that's Nice, That's That's hot. 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. It ain't no matter, It ain't no matter. 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 color, dead. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. It ain't No Matter, It ain't no matter. The man is dead, the man is dead. You can blow out a candle, But you can't blow out a fire. Once a flame begin to catch, the Wind will blow it higher. Oh, Biko, Biko, Because Biko. Oh, Biko, Biko, Because Biko. It ain't no matter, It ain't No The man is dead, the man is dead. And the eyes of the world are watching Now. Watching now. Watching now. Oh, why, Why, Why? Oh, let it go By. Oh, Oh, oh. Oh, oh, Oh. Oh, oh. No, no.