Ramones Pet Cemetary

Under the arc of a 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 night when the cold wind blows, No one cares, nobody knows. I don t want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery, I don t want to live my life again. I don t want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery, 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 am