Guy Berryman - All Your Friends lyrics

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 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 they go 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