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 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 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 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 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 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 Oh no, oh no I don't want to live my life, not again Oh no no no, oh no no no I don't want to live my life, not again

I met her at the haunted mansion. She said I looked like Charles Manson, yeah. But I persisted, though. And won her love, you know. Black clouds floating up above. That haunted house was our tunnel of love. The first time she sat next to me, she said I looked just like E.T. The next thing that you know, I was her Romeo. She finally came around. In that haunted house our love was found.