Go to bed

The priests are dead

Now no one can call you bad

Go to bed

The priests are dead

Finally you’re in peppermint land

 

He’s a merman

He doesn’t need your voice

He’s a merman

Go to bed
Dream instead and you will find him
He's a merman to the knee
And doesn't need something you're not willing to give
He's a merman
Doesn't need your voice to cross his lands of ice

Go to bed
The priests are dead
Now no one can call you bad
Go to bed
The priests are dead
Finally you found him

Let it out
Who could ever say you're not simply wonderful
Who could ever harm you
Ooh sleep now
You're my little goat

Go to bed
The priests are dead
And come and sing it all again
Go to bed
Past the apple orchard
And you'll feel nice
Two can play
I said two can play
Mmmmmm