All Your Friends

On and on
You’re told which side you’re on
You’re forced you’re thrown
To become the scythe to cut the corn

And all your friends they
Ride into the sunset
Fly into the sunset
And away they go

All your friends they
Ride into the sunset
Fly into the sunset
And away they’re thrown
Into the fire

Ten below
A call comes in on the radio
Over you go
And red now, all the rivers flow
The poppies grow

All your friends they
Ride into the sunset
Fly into the sunset
And away they go

All your friends they
Ride into the sunset
Ride into the sunset
And they’re taken home
Open fire
Open fire

Open fire
Open fire
Open fire
Just ride and fire