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 Aah And 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 come on the radio Ahh Over you go And the red now all the rivers flow The poppies grow All your friends they Ride into the sunset Fly into the sunset And away they’re blown 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 And fire Just arrived, the fire