A Motor-Bike in Afrika

Lyrics

[Intro] A motor-bike in Afrika Yeah, he's riding the white line Oblivious of snakes stretched out across the way like trip-wire Shouting: "The road is mine!" [Verse 1] Tracing the line of the Skeleton Coast Ghost riders from the Sud-West: The original Angels of Death they seem Six motor-bikes abreast [Verse 2] Riding through the oppressive night (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) Now only the hardest remain (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) Look at the scars of the tyre-tracks (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) Look to the bodies behind their backs (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) Look at the bastards bray (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika, Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) In Afrika today (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) [Verse 3] The bodies of Biko and Soweto poor (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) (Today) The Christian message of Dutch Reform (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) (Today) The sound of the monster, the motor-bike roar (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) The hate in the eyes of the uniformed Boer (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) The head and the bucket, the boot and the floor... (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) Racial torture and racial war (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) (Afrika, Afrika, a motorbike in Afrika) In Afrika today [Outro] Come in, Rhodesia, South Africa, your time is up... No protection on a motor-bike, man; Sooner or later that normal traffic's gonna get you