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

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

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

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

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