Under the arc of a weather stained porch
Ancient goblins and warlords
Down underground on a vacant sea
The smell of d**h is all around
And the night when the cold wind blows
No one cares and nobody knows
Follow Victor to the sacred place
This ain't a dream I can't escape
Moulder and fangs the clicking of bones
Spirits moaning among the tomb stones
And the night when the moon is bright
Someone cries something ain't alright
I don't want to be burried in the pet sematary
'Cause I don't want to live my life again
I don't want to be burried in the pet sematary
'Cause 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
Skeleton dance I curse this day
And at night when the wolves cry out
Listen close and you can hear me shout
I don't want to be burried in the pet sematary
'Cause I don't want to live my life again
I don't want to be burried in the pet sematary
'Cause I don't want to live my life again