Fire Burn-I-Roy

Fire Burn - I-Roy 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 our parent’s shoulders. The boats across the ocean. And they stand on their parent’s shoulders. Missionaries that never went home. And they stand on their parent’s shoulders. Wagons in a row. And they stand on their parent’s 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 they’ll tell you that . . You’re dancing on it. You’re dancing on it. Come on forest fire burn the disco down. Come on forest fire burn the disco down.