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 pray, pray for my baby boy Pray pray, pray for my baby boy, 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