Ok, wir spielen ein Lied fr euch und fr Joey Ramone, der zu Ostern leider verstorben ist 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 dont want to be buried in a pet cemetery I dont want to live my life again Ill follow Victor to a sacred place There aint 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 aint right I dont want to be buried in a pet cemetery I dont 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 dont want to be buried in a pet cemetery I dont want to live my life again Oh no
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