Call Me Skeptical - Remastered

I'm not convinced
By your foaming white, flapping mouth
Or righteous shouts that bellow out
I'm not convinced
I'm not convinced

And the rabble rang, following me
"I'm going my way, don't care what you say"
"Anymore, don't care what you have in store"
"I'm going my way, don't care what you say"
Missing the irony
Missing the irony, they sang

I'm not impressed
By your soap box stature
Or rehearsed hand gestures
Without which you'd be met with laughter
I'm not impressed
I'm not impressed

And the rabble rang, following me
"I'm going my way, don't care what you say"
"Anymore, don't care what you have in store"
"I'm going my way, don't care what you say"
Missing the irony
Missing the irony, they sang
Oh they sang, following me

Should I be confused?
(They're singing to me)
Or should I be amused?
(Oh, keep singing to me)
I came with my questions
(My questions and questions)
And left without answers
(Oh, I'm dying for answers)
And a crowd at my feet
(They're basically crawling)

Followers following me, following me
"I'm going my way, don't care what you say"
"Anymore, don't care what you're fighting for"
"I'm going my way, don't care what you say"
"All I want is peace, just let me be"
"I'm going my way, don't care what you say"
Missing the irony
Missing the irony, they sang
Oh, they sang, following me

Following me
Following me
Following me