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!