(Dm) (Em) (F)
Under the arc of a weather stain boards
(Dm) (Em) (F)
ancient goblins, and wariorrs
(Dm) (Em) (F)
Come out the ground, not making a sound,
(Dm) (Em) (F)
The smell of death is all around,
(C) (Dm)
And the night when the cold wind blows
(C) (Bb)
No one cares, nobody knows.
(Dm) (F) (C) (Bb)
I don\'t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary
(Dm) (C) (Bb) (C)
I don\'t want to live my life again,
(Dm) (F) (C) (Bb)
I don\'t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary
(Dm) (C) (Bb) (C)
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...
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...