Go to bed
The priests are dead
Now no one
Can call you bad
Go to bed
The priests are dead
Finally you're pepperminted 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
Doesn't need something you're not willing to give
He's a merman
Doesn't need your voice to cross his land 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
Sleep now
You're my little goat

Go to bed
The priests are dead
And come sing it all again
Go to bed
Past the apple orchard
And you'll feel nice

Two can play
I said two can play