Pet Semetary - Huntingtons

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

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