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 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. 

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. 

The moon is full, the air is still, 
All of the sudden I feel a chain, 
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. 

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, oh, no, oh, no 
I don't want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, oh 
I don't want to live my life again, oh, no, no, no 
I don't want to live my life again, oh, oh