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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.
Weâre all standing our parentâs shoulders.
The boats across the ocean.
And they stand on their parentâs shoulders. Missionaries that never went home.
And they stand on their parentâs shoulders.
Wagons in a row.
And they stand on their parentâs 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 theyâll tell you that . .
Youâre dancing on it. Youâre dancing on it.
Come on forest fire burn the disco down.
Come on forest fire burn the disco down.