All Your Friends – Coldplay

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
There you go
And red now all the rivers flow
The poppies grow

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
Arrive into the sunset
And they’re taken on open fire
Open fire

Open fire, open fire, open fire
Just ride and fire