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