Chico

I was born running wild
A victim of a woman child
She caused the death of three young men
I killed them all and would again
They tried to touch my sweet violet
I put them in the ground
And they're there yet
And every night I sit and listen
While my mind cries
I see her face and hear her voice
And nearly come undone
And she sings

Chico, come on home
Chico, come on home
Chico, come on home
You been long way too long

My soul is locked in a private hell
My body's in a prison cell
My mind is a jungle full of fire
My heart is a dungeon of desire
I kiss these prison walls so cold and wet
Pretending they're the lips of Violet
And every night I sit and listen
While my mind cries
I see her face and hear her voice
And nearly come undone
And she sings

Chico, come on home
Chico, come on home
Chico, come on home
You been long way too long