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)