Songtexte: Tori Amos. Merman.

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
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