Question Everything

Life it can be simple
Just consume what you’re fed
But it is boring and implies that you agree with whats said
Middle class comforts can sedate sharp minds
Amplify for your living
Question Everything

I grew up safely in those bleached suburbs
Forced to respect authority
To be seen and not be heard
Parents comfortably numb
Or conveniently dumb?
Intimidated by the state
They never questioned anyone
Question Everything

So put your hands up
Come on and stand up
Time to man up and question everything

I tuck my son into a warm bed tonight
What questions do I avoid for an easy life?
Now I see the truth
Now I feel reality
What will it mean to him
If I don’t question everything?


Lyrics by Jay Bones
From the CRAZY FRIENDS album