His master's game, divide and rule
To pitch the clown against the fool

Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo

To pitch the black against the white
Then tuck yourself in bed at night
To pitch the white against the black
To light the fuse and stand right back

To pitch the straight against the gay
To drop the match and walk away
To turn the gay against the straight
To cast the line, to set the bait

To pitch the state against the folk
To turn the white against the yolk
To pitch the folk against the state
To do your job and whip up hate

Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo

His master's game, to take the heart
Of great and good, and set apart

Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo

To pitch the left against the right
Pitch afternoon against the night
To turn on own and take good aim
The soldier of his master's game

That's what we do in this old life
We take the throat and hold the knife
Take the knife and show it throat
His master's game, he hates you both

To pitch the state against the folk
To turn the white against the yolk
To pitch the folk against the state
To do your job and whip up hate

His master's game, he hates you both
That love between the noose and rope
His master's game, divide and rule
To pitch the ass against the mule

Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo (His master's game)
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo (His master's game)
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo-doo