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