All Your Friends
On and onYou're told which side you're onYou're forced you're thrownTo become the scythe to cut the corn
And all your friends they ride into the sunsetFly into the sunset and away they goAll your friends they ride into the sunsetFly into the sunset and away they're throwninto the fire
Ten belowThe call comes on the radioOver you goAnd the red now all the rivers flow, the poppies grow
All your friends they ride into the sunsetFly into the sunset and away they goAll your friends they ride into the sunsetRide into the sunset and they're taken homeinto the fire
Open fire, open fire!Just arrived, the fire