All Your Friends

On and on
You're told which side you're on
You're forced, you're thrown
To become side as to cut the corn

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

And all your friends they
Ride into the sunset
Fly into the sunset
And away they're thrown into the fire

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

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

And all your friends they
Ride into the sunset
Arrive into the sunset
And they're taken home open fire
Open fire

Open fire
Open fire
Open fire
Just arrived the fire