Lyrics

Master of Ceremonies,
Lord of Misrule,
With the touch of a conjuror,
Hunchback of a fool,
See him fly the true flag,
Over all that exists,
See, the ones who hold sway,
Are they the only true anarchists?

Take your seat for the slaughter, and
Set your fire to the fuel,
Master of Ceremonies,
Lord of Misrule

Your eyes upon the Motherland,
That drop by drop you'll occupy,
A tattoo of the Ten Commandments
Running up her thigh,
Now she's counting down her last days,
Keeping score on her wrists,
See, the ones who hold sway,
Are they the only true anarchists?

Take your seat for the slaughter, and
Set your fire to the fuel,
Master of Ceremonies,
Lord of Misrule

While you massacre minds with a pacifying fist,
Leave us to playing archangel versus arch-antagonist,
While you fly the true flag
Over all that exists,
See, the ones who hold sway,
Are they the only true anarchists?

Take your seat for the slaughter, and
Set your fire to the fuel,
Master of Ceremonies,
Lord of Misrule
Oh, Lord of Misrule