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 no
I don't want to live my life
Again
Oh no no no
Don't want to live my life
Again
Oh no no no