go to bed the priests are dead now no one can call you bad go to bed the priests are dead finally you're on 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 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 priests are dead and come sing it all again go to bed past the apple orchard and you'll feel nice