Ok, wir spielen ein Lied für euch und für Joey Ramone, der zu Ostern leider verstorben ist.
(Ok, we're playing a song for you guys and for Joey Ramone, who sadly passed away on easter.)
Under the arc of the weather stain boards
Ancient goblins, and [bad word] out of the ground, not making a sound
The smell of death is all around
And the [bad word] and the cold wind blows
No one cares and nobody knows
I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery
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 [bad word] and the moon is bright
Someone cries and something ain't right
I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery
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 cemetery
I don't want to live my life again
Oh no