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,
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,
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery,
I don't want to live my life again,
No, no, no,
I don't wanna live my life,
Not again,
Oh, no, no, no, no.