Yo se, que soy,
pesado, celoso,
maniaco del pelo,
pero te quiero, pero te quiero.

I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cementery,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cementery,
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.

CHORROS

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 Cementery,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cementery,
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