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...
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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, nobody knows
I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary
I don't wanna live my life again
I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary
I don't wanna 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
I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary
I don't wanna live my life again
I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary
I don't wanna live my life again
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
Listen close and you will hear me shout
I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary
I don't wanna live my life again
I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary
I don't wanna live my life again
Not again, not again
I don't wanna live my life
Not again
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