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
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
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