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