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Bruce Job, Internet!
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1. Can we have more stories with obvious connections to Springsteen songs?
2. Without your sweet kiss my soul is lost, my friend; tell me how do I begin again?
3. Is Bruce Job, Internet! the best part of GJI?
4. What do you say, Sherry darling?
5. Hey Spanish Johnny, do you want to make a little easy money tonight?
6. What

Well now, Wild Lando was a crazy cat
And he shook some dust out of his Bantha-skin cap
He said, "Trust some of this, it'll show you where you're at
Or at least it'll help you really feel it"
By the time we made it up to Alderaan
I had my head out the window and Leia's fingers were in my cake
I said "I'm loose" she said

Wardega, Wardega
Long and dark, Polish and white
Open up your pranking, let it roar
Scaring Andy Dwyer with a plastic dinosaur.

Fluorescent lights flicker above Bob's grill
Shaniqua brings a coffee and asks "Fill?"
And says "Whatever you do, avoid the milkshakes, Bill."

Last night I dreamed that I was Fox Mulder
Out where the pines grow wild and tall
I was trying to make it home through the forest
Before the darkness falls
I heard the wind rustling through the trees
And ghostly voices rose from the fields
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
With the devil snappin’ at my heels
I

Well the night was like any other, I got a call `bout five past nine
There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Westeros line
There was a kid lyin’ on the floor lookin’ bad bleedin’ hard from his head
There was a girl crying bout it on camera; shook up that Jon Snow's dead

My daddy, he was just a stranger
He lived in a hotel downtown
When I was growing up he was just somebody,
Somebody I'd see around.

You can hide ’neath your comments and study your pain
Make crosses from your upvotes, throw pun threads in the rain
Waste your workday praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from Disqus
Well now I’m no hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, archmage, is beneath these dirty hood
With a chance to make it good

Remember
It's my life, and I do what I want
It's my mind, and I think what I want
Hurt me some times, show me I'm wrong

Well they shot you point blank you been shot in the back
Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl that’s a fact
Right between the eyes baby, point blank
right between the pretty lies that they tell
Little girl you fell

Well you don't like, don't like the way I walk
And you don't like, don't like the way I talk
You criticize about me endlessly
Logic defies how you get stuck with me

Now Tweedy, I don’t wanna clip your wings
But a time comes when two people
should think of these things
Having a home and a family
Facing up to their responsibilities
They say in the end true love prevails
But in the end true love can’t be no fairytale
To say I’ll make your dreams come true would be wrong
But maybe, Jeff my

In Hammond's room there are pictures of his dinos on the wall
But to get to Hammond's room you gotta walk the darkness of Hammond's hall
Strangers from the city call his island’s number and complain about his toys
When I come knocking he smiles because he knows I wanna see Hammond's raptors

Antlers, queen of Hannibal, your dark skin is deceivin’
You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin’
But on your bed Antlers I can see the shadow of a moose
I don’t understand how you can hold him so tight and love me so damn loose

I had a friend was a big baseball player played in Pittsburgh PA
He could throw that speedball by ya stoned out of his brain
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking in he was walking out
We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks, but all we kept talking about

Heh heh I had a beard like this back in the early 90's. Stevie told me later it was the biggest reason he didn't want to get back together with the boys in '95, it's why we couldn't do the reunion tour until I shaved it off. Wish he'd told me earlier! Coulda gotten a lot more shows in.

On his right hand Billy tattooed the word Steve and on his left hand was the word Buscemi
And in which hand he held his fate was never clear

Once I dreamed we were together again baby you and me
Back home on Isla Nublar the way we used to be
We were standin’ near the raptors it was hard to hear
The dinos screamin’ loud and you were shoutin’ somethin’ in my ear
You pulled my jacket off and as the t-rex went to roar
You grabbed my hand and pulled me through the

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in Suicide Squad machines
Sprung from studios on highway 9,
Common tattooed, Margot bleached, Leto damaged and steppin’ out over the line