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.
[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] Ohhh- No Ohhh-No I Dont want to live my life Not Again Ohh- No Ohhhh I dont want to live my life Not Again Ohh no no noTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
