Under the arc of the 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

And I don't want to be buried
In a pet sematary
I don't want to live my life again
And I don't want to be buried
In a pet sematary
I don't want to live my life again
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah

The moon is full, the air is still
All of a sudden I feel a chill
Victor is grinning, flesh is rotting away
Skeletons dance
I curse this day

And the night when the wolves cry out
I 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
And I don't want to be buried
In a pet sematary
I don't want to live my life again