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Ramones - Pet Sematary 

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