Текст песни Straw Man

falling, failing now they mass here at mid day such a quandary how I was with them so long again, I was wrong you're kneeling there with furtive eyes on me and you say turn your head, face the jury turn again, face your peers we have gathered to listen to what we want to hear bemused, confused so much ado about nothing abuse ensues, though when I reply, you offer you try, you falter a spool of thread, a needle won't help me is your faith so precarious that you attack me and not my questions?