Pickin’ Up Trouble (Pet Sematary song)

[Verse 1] Drove my truck past the midnight sign, saw a girl on the road, looked like Frankenstein. Wrapped in bandages, pale as the moon, white hair blowin’ like a ghostly tune. I saw her standin’, like a spooky queen, with bandages wrapped—but curves so obscene. [Chorus] She had curves like danger, hips like a wave, busted outta Heaven but crawled from the grave. Boobs like melons, booty so tight. Yeah, she was undead, but still my type. Shoulda known from the grave perfume, she brought the chill of the Micmac tomb. Pet Sematary's where she lay, Now I’m her ride… or prey. [Verse 2] Her hips were swayin’ like a serpent spell, her chest defied logic—I forgot to yell. She looked like a corpse, but shaped like a sin, she had thighs like thunder, a rear that spoke, Wrapped in gauze, but still made me choke. Didn’t mind the rot, didn’t mind the gore— She was dead as dirt, but I wanted more. [Chorus] She had curves like danger, hips like a wave, busted outta Heaven but crawled from the grave. Boobs like melons, booty so tight. Yeah, she was undead, but still my type. Shoulda known from the grave perfume, she brought the chill of the Micmac tomb. Pet Sematary's where she lay, Now I’m her ride… or prey. [Verse 3] Tires rollin’ past the dead raccoon, she hums a song like a funeral tune. She don’t breathe, she don’t blink, But man, I swear, I didn’t think! She leaned in close, her breath smelled like death—But her cleavage was near and I lost my freath. [Final Chorus] I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary. I don't want to live my life again. Now she’s draggin’ me far from the road I knew, Into the woods where the night turns blue. My lifeblood spilled on the moonlit ground, But my eyes stayed locked on her undead mounds. I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary. I don't want to live my life again. I don't wanna be buried in a pet sematary. I don't want to live my life again.