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
The call comes on the radio
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 go
All your friends they ride into the sunset
Ride into the sunset and they're taken home
into the fire
Open fire, open fire!
Just arrived, the fire