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 Cemetery,
I don’t want to live my life again.
I don’t want to be buried
in a Pet Cemetery,
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 Cemetery,
I don’t want to live my life again.
I don’t want to be buried
in a Pet Cemetery,
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 Cemetery,
I don’t want to live my life again.
I don’t want to be buried
in a Pet Cemetery,
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.
