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Standard (EADGBE)
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
(Repeat Chorus)