• Pet Sematary
  • Poison Heart


    Pet Sematary

    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 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.

    CHORUS

    The moon is full, the air is still,
    All of a sudden I feel a chill,
    Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
    Skeletons dancee, 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.


    Poison Heart

    No one ever thought this one would survive.
    Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind.
    Lock you in a dream, never let you go.
    Never let you laugh or smile, not you.

    I just want to walk right out of this world,
    'cause everybody has a poison heart.
    I just want to walk right out of this world,
    'cause everybody has a poison heart.

    Making friends with a homeless torn up man,
    He just kind of smiles, it really, shakes me up.
    There's danger on, every corner but I'm okay.
    Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday.

    I just want to walk right out of this world,
    'cause everybody has a poison heart.
    I just want to walk right out of this world,
    'cause everybody has a poison heart.

    You know that life reallt takes it's and a poets
    gut reaction is to search his very soul.
    So much damn confusion before my eyes,
    but nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives.

    I just want to walk right out of this world,
    'cause everybody has a poison heart.
    I just want to walk right out of this world,
    'cause everybody has a poison heart.


    Voltar