My baby boy is in the army of disbelief
My baby boy is in the army of midsummer grief
[Pre-Chorus]
Tossing and turning in his bed
Guessing his own end
Tossing and turning in his bed
My baby boy's already dead
[Chorus]
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, pray for my baby boy
No bombs to drop and k** them all
No money paid to charge our souls
No mind control, no wall
Just summer, winter, spring and fall
[Chorus]
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