Chris Martin
All Your Friends
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Ah, 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
[Verse 2]
Ten below
Call comes in on the radio
Ah, over you go
And red now, all the rivers flow
The poppies grow, ah
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Open fire
Open fire
Open fire
Just ride and fire