Pet sematary

Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around

And the night when the cold wind blows
No one cares, nobody knows.

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

Follow victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, i can't escape,
Molars 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 sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary,
I 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 sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no no no
I don't want to live my life again, oh oh