Pet cemetery

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 semetery.
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 semetery.
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 semetery.
I don't want to live my life again.
Oh no.