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 at night, when the cold wind blows No one cares, nobody knows I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemetery I don't want to live my life again I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemetery 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 at night, when the Moon is bright Someone cries, something ain't right I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemetery I don't want to live my life again I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemetery 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 is rotting away Skeletons dance, I curse this day And at night, when the wolves cry out Listen close and you can hear me shout I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemetery I don't want to live my life again I don't wanna be buried in a pet cemetery 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, oh, oh I don't want to live my life, not again, oh, no, no, no Don't want to live my life