Come On Forest Fire Burn the Disco Down

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 on our parents' shoulders
Boats across the ocean
They're standing on their parents' shoulders
Missionaries that never went home
They're standing on their parents' shoulders
Wagons in a row
They're standing on their parents' 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 ghosts what they took
Ask the colonial ghosts what they took
They'll say you're dancing on it (come on, forest fire)
Oh you're dancing on it (burn the disco down)
Oh you're dancing on it (come on, forest fire)
Boy, you're dancing on it (burn the disco down)
Oh you're dancing on it (come on, forest fire)
Oh you're dancing on it (burn the disco down)
Oh you're dancing on i— (come on, forest fire)
—It (burn the disco down)
Boy, you're dancing on it, a— (come on, forest fire)
—Ah (burn the disco down)

Say you're dancing on it (come on, forest fire)
Oh you're dancing on it (burn the disco down)
Oh you're dancing on it