Fight Club Sings!

Have you heard that Fight Club may become a Broadway musical? I’ve decided to start writing some lyrics for the production. Eat it, Gilbert.

Tyler:

I make soap and I sell it:
Yardstick of civilization.

Chorus:

We are God’s unwanted children.
So be it! Fuck damnation!

Tyler:

Did you know?
To make explosives
All you really need
Is a can of Minute Maid
Plus one of gasoline?

Chorus:

We did not know that.
Is that true?
Would you tell a lie?

Tyler:

[sotto voce] One could make all kinds of bombs
If one were so inclined.

Chorus:

[con brio] Now we know
To make explosives
All we really need
Is a can of Minute Maid
Plus one of gasoline!

Just one can of Minute Maid
Plus one of gasoline!