On and on
You’re told which side you’re on
Ah
You’re forced you’re thrown
To become the scythe to cut the corn
Ah
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
Ah
Over you go
And the red now all the rivers flow, the poppies grow
Ah
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
Ride into the sunset and they’re taken home
Open fire
Open fire
Open fire
Open fire
Open fire
Just ride and fire