Go to bed, the priests are dead
Now no one can call you back
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
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, priests are dead
Now no one can call you bad
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Finally you found out

And 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, 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