I hear the call from the suburbs down to the PlateaunThe kids know how to stand. nCover your eyes with both hands.nLooking for a new song.nLooking for a new song.nnCome on forest fire burn the disco down.nCome on forest fire burn the disco down.nnWe’re all standing our parent’s shoulders. nThe boats across the ocean.nAnd they stand on their parent’s shoulders. Missionaries that never went home.nAnd they stand on their parent’s shoulders. nWagons in a row.nAnd they stand on their parent’s shoulders. nChurches built from bones.nnCome on forest fire burn the disco down.nCome on forest fire burn the disco down.nnAsk the colonial ghosts if they live in your bones.nAsk the colonial ghosts if they live in your bones.nAsk the colonial ghost what they took nand they’ll tell you that . .nnYou’re dancing on it. You’re dancing on it.nnCome on forest fire burn the disco down.nCome on forest fire burn the disco down.