Pet Sematary

Under the arc of a weather stain boardsAncient goblins, and warlords,Come out the ground, not making a sound,The smell of death is all around,And the night when the cold wind blowsNo one cares, nobody knows.

I don't want to be buried in a Pet SemataryI don't want to live my life again,I don't want to be buried in a Pet SemataryI don't want to live my life again.

Follow Victor to the sacred placeThis ain't a dream, I can't escapeMolars and fangs, the clicking of bones,Spirits moaning among the tombstones,And the night, when the moon is bright,Someone cries, something ain't right.

I don't want to be buried in a Pet semataryI don't want to live my life again,I don't want to be buried in a Pet semataryI don't want to live my life again.

The moon is full, the air is still,All of a sudden I feel a chill,Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,Skeletons dance, I curse this day,And the night when the wolves cry out,Listen close and you can hear me shout.

I don't want to be buried in a Pet SemataryI don't want to live my life again,I don't want to be buried in a Pet SemataryI don't want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, noI don't want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, ohI don't want to live my life again, oh, no, no, noI don't want to live my life again, oh, oh