Chico I was born and 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 there they are yet And every night I sit and listen why my mind runs I see her face I hear her voice and nearly come undone She sings Chorus: Chico come on home, Chico come on home Chico come on home, you’ve been gone way too long My souls locked in a private hell, my body is in a prison cell My mind’s a jungle full of fire, my heart’s 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 why my mind runs I see her face I hear her voice and nearly come undone She keeps singing Chorus by: José Duarte