Under the arc of a weather stain boards
Ancient goblins, and warlords
Come out the ground, not making a sound
The smell of death is all around

I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemetery
I don't want to live my life again
I don't wanna be buried in a red cemetery
I don't want to live my life again

Follow Legault to this wasted place
This ain't a dream, I can't escape
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones
Spirits moaning among the tombstones

I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemetery
I don't want to live my life again
I don't wanna be buried in a red cemetery
I don't want to live my life again