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