Just 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.

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.
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!