All in Bad Taste

I have stumbled onto this place I recognize your face Not my own But I see there's some trace Called you, called you about a week ago I found God a week ago Found her face down where the huskies go See a face lift from a faithless mold Sound of bent knees will sink and hold Please, like that Please, like that Sitting in the fire Sitting in the fire I'll confess to my bad taste You will stumble on your way home But we were caught in her space Called you, called you Guess I told you so I found God a week ago Found her face down where the huskies go See a face lift on a face of old The sound of bent knees will sink and hold I found God a week ago Found her face down where the huskies go See a face lift from a faithless mold The sound of bent knees will sink and hold Sitting in the fire Sitting in the fire Sitting in the fire Sitting in the fire