//This song has nothing to do with Thurston Moore who is amazing

I've got pimples on my face, they cover me
They cover me like a well
I was disappointed I didn't make it
But I could fake it better
When I was better young
You didn't come back to be nothing
This isn't the right style
This isn't for robots
Who are my comrades

I'm bogus in the life
Bogus in the shin
But you don't tell me when
I'll be fakin' myself again

For dinner there's an acne product
But my feet smell too bad
The ladies don't like the bad smell
Unless they eat vinegar.
So smoke a cigar by your toe
Smiling milk cartons want to eat.
They want to eat Sonic Youth.
But that's not what they really want.
They want to eat some truth.

I'm bogus in the life
Bogus in the shin
But you don't tell me when
I'll be fakin' myself again