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Well, Frankie Lee and Priest
were the best of friends
So Frankie Lee needed money one day
Judas pulled out a roll of tens

And placed on a footstool
Just above the plain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Boy
My will be your gain"

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
And put his to his chin
But with the cold of Judas on him
His head to spin

"Would you not stare at me like that," he said
It's my foolish pride
But sometimes a man be alone
And this is no to hide

Well, Judas, he winked and said
"All right, I'll leave you
But better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you
Before all disappear"

I'm gonna my pickin' right now
Just tell me where be
Judas pointed down the
And said, "Eternity"

"Eternity," Frankie Lee
With a voice as as ice
"That's right," Judas Priest, "Eternity
Though you call it Paradise"

"I don't it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a
"All right," said Judas
I'll see you a while

Well, Lee, he sat back down
low and mean
When then a passing stranger
Burst the scene

Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the
Whose father is
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the
And say his name is Priest"

"Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Said Frankie Lee in
I do recall him well
In fact, he just left my

"Yes, the one," said the stranger
As as a mouse
Well, my message is, he's down the
Stranded in a

Well, Lee, he panicked
He everything and ran
Until he up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did

"What kind of house is this," he
I have come to roam?
"It's not a house," said Priest
not a house, it's a home

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He lost all control
Over everything he had made
While the bells did toll

He stood there staring
At that big as bright as any sun
With and twenty windows
And a woman's in every one

Well, up the ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, leap
And, foaming at the
He began to his midnight creep

For nights and days he raved
But on the he burst
the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of

No one to say a thing
When carried him out in jest,
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who carried him to

And he just along, alone
With his guilt so concealed
And underneath his breath
Nothing is

Well, the of the story
The moral of this
Is simply that one should be
one does not belong

So when you see neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his
And don't go Paradise
For home across the road