Black were the people in the country of Biafra
On the continent of Africa, where the sun beat down like fire
The people and their babies had teeth and mouths and bellys
Like all people on the planet it was food that fueled their bellys

They worked and farmed and traded so that not a mouth went empty
For everyone was plenty when the wealth has shared out fairly
They were diligent and peaceful, quite content, resourceful
Like all the people on the planet they had a fate most foul and dreadful

And black is the petrol that flows around in engines
Transported very quickly to another destination
It's important, it's vital, it's the drug and we're the addicts
More and more and more must come to satisfy our habits

Now people of the kingdom that have lakes of oil beneath them
If you look on maps of Africa you won't find Biafra on them
People of the kingdom that have lakes of oil beneath them
'F you look on maps of Africa you won't find Biafra on them
People of the kingdom that have lakes of oil beneath them
Look on maps of Africa you won't find Biafra on them