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 nights come and the cold wind blows
no one cares and nobody knows
i don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery
i don't want to live my life again
i'll follow victor to a sacred place
there ain't no dream i can escape
molars and fangs and clicking of bones
spirits moaning among the tombstones
when the night has come and the moon is bright
someone cries and something ain't right
i don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery
i don't want to live my life again
oh no
the moon is full, the air is still
all of a sudden i feel a chill
victor is grinning, flesh rotting away
skeletons dance, i curse this day
and on the night when the wolves cry out
listen close and you can hear me shout
i don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery
i don't want to live my life again
oh no
