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. In the night when the cold wind blows. No one cares nobody knows.. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery. I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to 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. In the night when the moon is bright. Someone cries something ain't right.. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery. I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to 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 rotting away. Skeletons dance I curse this day. In 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. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery. I don't want to live my life again.