Tori Amos - Merman lyrics

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 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, 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