Yawn, Yawn, Yawn

One was a fighter One was a rat They couldn't decipher How it came about And at the tock of two They crawled out of their bed As if the rooster knew Each rise of dawn they dread Lost in the flurry Looking for land mines Hit in the ribcage Back at the front line And when the sun has fallen They crawl out of their skins They hear the moonlight falling (?) there in Take deep breaths to wait sweet seconds The late day beckons The late day beckons And if you save it it'll slip away Spend seven nights by Saturday Yawn yawn yawn We're all but gone If we get lucky We'll be dead by dawn But let's get get get get get get get get it on I want to get get get get get get get get it on (instrumental) Charging the windmill And missing the mark Blinded by sunlight And battling on (?) I've got a million dollars Made of ten million dimes Made for a million failures Of others' good advice (refrain)