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      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, 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