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
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 Looking for a new song
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 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
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 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