text: On and on
  Youre told which side youre on
  Youre forced youre 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 theyre thrown
  Into the fire
  Ten below
  Call comes in on the radio
  Over you go
  And red now, all the rivers flow
  The poppies grow
  All your friends they
  Ride into the sunset
  Fly into the sunset
  And away theyre blown
  All your friends they
  Ride into the sunset
  Ride into the sunset
  And theyre taken home
  Open fire
  Open fire
  Open fire
  Open fire
  Open fire
  Just ride and fire