Rammstein – Pet Sematary
Pet Semetery 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 semetery. I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to be buried in a pet semetery. 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 semetery. I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to be buried in a pet semetery. 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 semetery. I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to be buried in a pet semetery. I don't want to live my life again. Oh no. |