Consider it official! I'm proud to announce I've been given the green light to release the theme I wrote for "Fight Club - The Rock Opera" on Broadway. It's likely going to be a marathon of sorts, but hopefully we'll start previews in summer of 2019. So proud to contribute artistically with greats like Chuck Palahniuk, David Fincher, Julie Taymor, and my favorite musician Trent Reznor! Keep reading and you can sing along with the song that will haunt you out of the theatre.

No, I won’t choke
Gun is loaded
No sleep for days
It’s been showing
Crashed all those support groups
Met a chick named Marla
She was certainly no catch
But she would have my abortion

A kiss with lye burns flesh away
Hitting bottom starts today
Fuck that ball of healing light
Marla’s voice says “It’s a lie.”

This is my fight club
No wife-and-kids club
Tapped from Bob’s bear hug
We meet at Lou’s bar
Afterwards we trash nice cars
Stay up all night long
And I don't really care what sofa set defines me
I sued my boss for assault and battery

Splice porn in films made for families
Serve dining guests soup mixed with pee
So tangy
High society
I destroyed my fears
And crashed a car
Beat up a swell guy, took it way too far
Don’t stop me
‘Til he’s missing teeth

In a basement or alley way
Do your homework right away
Take ball bats to satellites
Trash a snob coffee franchise

This is my fight club
No questions asked club
Cops are on to us
Our ski masks pulled on
Get a hold of old man balls
This knife is real sharp
We cook your meals, haul your trash and guard you while you sleep
Don’t fuck with us or we’ll cut off your testes

Going to build an army

In a crap house
With a garden
There’s seven vans
They’ve been stocking
With tons of dynamite
To free every person
With a large enough soap batch
We will make an explosion

This is our fight club
Project Mayhem hub
Let’s wake the world up
The bombs have been armed
Try to stop us, lose your balls
I learned from fight club
You’re not your job, your bank account, your fucking khakis
‘Cause we’re all a part of the same compost heap

Where is my mind with this bullet hole in me?