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