Pet Sematery
Ok, wir spielen ein Lied für euch und für Joey Ramone, der zu Ostern leider verstorben ist.
Under the arc of the weather stain boardsAncient goblins, and warlordsCome out of the ground, not making a soundThe smell of death is all aroundAnd the nights come and the cold wind blowsNo one cares and nobody knows
I don't want to be buried in a pet cemeteryI don't want to live my life again
I'll follow Victor to a sacred placeThere ain't no dream I can escapeMolars and fangs and clicking of bonesSpirits moaning among the tombstonesWhen the night has come and the moon is brightSomeone cries and something ain't right
I don't want to be buried in a pet cemeteryI don't want to live my life againOh no
The moon is full, the air is stillAll of a sudden I feel a chillVictor is grinning, flesh rotting awaySkeletons dance, I curse this dayAnd on the night when the wolves cry outListen close and you can hear me shout
I don't want to be buried in a pet cemeteryI don't want to live my life againOh no