Under the arc of a weather stain boards Ancient goblins, and warlords Come out of the ground, not making a sound The smell of d**h is all around And the night when the cold wind blows No one cares, nobody knows CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS Oh no Ohhh no I don't want to live my life Not again Oh no Ohhh I don't want to live my life Not again Oh no no no Don't want to live my life Not again