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Well, Lee and Judas Priest
They were the of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed one day
Judas quickly out a roll of tens

And them on a footstool
Just above the plotted
Sayin', "Take pick, Frankie Boy
My will be your gain"

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right
And put his fingers to his
But with the eyes of Judas on him
His head to spin

"Would you please not stare at me that," he said
It's just my foolish
But a man must be alone
And is no place to hide

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

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

"Eternity," Frankie Lee
With a as cold as ice
"That's right," said Priest, "Eternity
you might call it Paradise"

"I call it anything"
Frankie Lee with a smile
"All right," said Priest
I'll see you after a

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
low and mean
When just a passing stranger
upon the scene

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

"Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Said Lee in fright
I do recall him very
In fact, he left my sight

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

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

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

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

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

Well, up the stairs ran Lee
a soulful, bounding leap
And, foaming at the
He to make his midnight creep

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

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

And he walked along, alone
With his guilt so well
And underneath his breath
Nothing is

Well, the of the story
The moral of this
Is simply one should never be
Where one not belong

So when you see neighbor carryin' somethin'
him with his load
And go mistaking Paradise
For that home the road