Pet Sematary

Under the arc of the 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 nights come and the cold wind blows

No one cares and nobody knows

I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery

I don't want to live my life again

I'll follow Victor to a sacred place

There ain't no dream I can escape

Molars and fangs and clicking of bones

Spirits moaning among the tombstones

When the night has come and the moon is bright

Someone cries and something ain't right

I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery

I don't want to live my life again

Oh no

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 on 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 cemetery

I don't want to live my life again

Oh no