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