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Under the arc of the 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 nights come and the cold wind blows No one cares and nobody knows I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery I don't want to live my life again I'll follow Victor to a sacred place There ain't no dream I can escape Molars and fangs and clicking of bones Spirits moaning among the tombstones When the night has come and the moon is bright Someone cries and something ain't right I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery I don't want to live my life again Oh no 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 on 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 Oh no