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 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