I hear the call from the suburbs down to the Plateau
The kids know how to stand
Cover your eyes with both hands
Looking for a new song
Looking for a new song
Come on forest fire burn the disco down
Come on forest fire burn the disco down
We're all standing our parent's shoulders
The boats across the ocean
And they stand on their parent's shoulders. Missionaries that never went home
And they stand on their parent's shoulders
Wagons in a row
And they stand on their parent's shoulders
Churches built from bones
Come on forest fire burn the disco down
Come on forest fire burn the disco down
Ask the colonial ghosts if they live in your bones
Ask the colonial ghosts if they live in your bones
Ask the colonial ghost what they took
And they'll tell you that .
You're dancing on it. You're dancing on it
Come on forest fire burn the disco down
Come on forest fire burn the disco down