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