The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest

Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
 They were the best of friends
 So when Frankie Lee needed money one day
 Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
 placed them on a footstool
 Just above the plotted plain
 Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
 My loss will be your gain"
 Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
 Put his fingers to his chin
 With the cold eyes of Judas on him
 His head began to spin
 "Could ya please not stare at me like that," he said
 "It's just my foolish pride
 But sometimes a man must be alone
 And this is no place to hide"
 Well, Judas, he just winked and said
 "All right, I'll leave you here
 But you'd better hurry up and choose
 Which of those bills you want, before they all disappear"
 "I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
 Just tell me where you'll be"
 Judas pointed down the road
 And said, "Eternity"
 "Eternity?", said Frankie Lee
 With a voice as cold as ice
 "That's right", said Judas, "Eternity
 Though you might call it 'Paradise'"
 "I don't call it anything"
 Said Frankie Lee with a smile
 "All right", said Judas Priest
 "I'll see you after a while"
 Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
 Feelin' low and mean
 When just then a passing stranger
 Burst upon the scene
 Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
 Whose father's deceased?
 Well, if you are, there's a fellow callin' you, down the road
 And they say his name is Priest"
 "Oh, yes, he is my friend"
 Said Frankie Lee in fright
 "I do recall him very well
 In fact, he just left my sight"
 "Yes, that's the one," said the stranger
 As quiet as a mouse
 "Oh, my message is, he's down the road
 Stranded in a house"
 Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked
 He dropped everything and ran
 Until he came on to the spot
 Where Judas Priest did stand
 "What kind of house is this," he said
 "Where I have come to roam?"
 "It's not a house", says Judas Priest
 "It's not a house, it's a home"
 Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled
 He soon lost all control
 Over everything which he had made
 While the mission bells did toll
 He just stood there staring
 At that big house as bright as any sun
 With four and twenty windows
 And a woman's face in every one
 Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
 With a soulful, bounding leap
 And foaming at the mouth
 He began to make his midnight creep
 For sixteen nights and days he raved
 But on the seventeenth he burst
 Into the arms of Judas Priest
 Which is where he died of thirst
 No one tried to say a thing
 When they carried him out in jest
 Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
 Who carried him to rest
 And he just walked along, alone
 With his guilt so well concealed
 And muttered underneath his breath
 "Nothing is revealed"
 ♪
 Well, the moral of the story
 The moral of this song
 Is simply that one should never be
 Where one does not belong
 So when you see your neighbor carrying somethin'
 Help him with his load
 And don't go mistaking Paradise
 For that home across the road