My baby boy is in the army of disbelief
My baby boy is in the army of midsummer grief

Tossing and turning in his bed
Guessing his own end
Tossing and turning in his bed
My baby boy's already dead

We are a natural disaster
Shake, mama, shake your head
We are a natural disaster
Lost all hope to ever understand
The powers in command here

Pray for my baby boy

No bombs to drop and kill them all
No money paid to charge our souls
No mind control, no wall
Just summer, winter, spring and fall

We are a natural disaster
Shake, mama, shake your head
We are a natural disaster
Lost all hope to ever understand
The powers in command here

Pray for my baby boy