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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 and 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
There's a pack, clicking of bones
Spent a morning on a tombstone
And the night when the moon is bright
Someone cries, something ain't right
Oh, I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary
I don't want to live my life again
Oh, 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's 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
Hear me shout
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary
I don't want to live my life again
Oh, I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary
I don't want to live my life again
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no