O Cosey Mo, I feel your pain
 When they all want you but they don't know your game
 I guess your death will pass in time
 But in the meantime let me build your shrine

 I promise you that I will find you
 I'll dig up every unmarked grave
 I promise you that I will find you, darling, find you
 And on your tomb I"ll carve your name

 Oh Cosey Mo, I feel your rage
 When they hunt you down and put you in their cage
 I understand your need to hide
 Not from fear from losing you mind

 Burning instead of beauty