All Your Friends

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
Call comes in on the radio
There you go
And red now all the rivers flow
The poppies grow
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
Arrive into the sunset
And they're taken on open fire
Open fire
Open fire, open fire, open fire
Just ride and fire