Pet Sematary

Backyard Babies

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,

And the night when the cold wind blows

No one cares, nobody knows.

I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary

I dont want to live my life again,

I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary

I dont want to live my life again.

Follow victor to the sacred place

This aint a dream, I cant escape

Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,

Spirits moaning among the tombstones,

And the night, when the moon is bright,

Someone cries, something aint right.

I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary

I dont want to live my life again,

I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary

I dont want to live my life again.

The moon is full, the air is still,

All of the sudden I feel a chain,

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 dont want to be buried in a pet sematary

I dont want to live my life again,

I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary

I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, no

I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, oh

I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, no, no

I dont want to live my life again, oh, oh