The Hunger Games: The Musical – “Master of the Games”


A noteworthy and popular character in the Hunger Games is Seneca Crane, the Head Gamemaker of the 74th Hunger Games in the first book. Now in the books, he’s not mentioned by name until Catching Fire, when he’s good and dead for quite some time as we speak. Mostly because he let Katniss and Peeta live when they threatened to commit suicide together instead of kill one another. However, for him it was either having to choose between two victors or no victor at all. He went with two for a happy ending even if it didn’t end happy for him. But he play a major role in the first book in the behind the scenes, because after all, he’s the Head Gamemaker who’s in charge with what goes on in the arena. And yes, kids have died in the name of entertainment under his charge like from poisonous plants, monstrous creatures, and natural disasters. Still, according to Suzanne Collins, he doesn’t  know the true purpose of the Games and is only in it for the show biz and furthering his career. And he only kills teenagers in order to put on a good show. Nevertheless, he became rather popular when the first movie came out since his role was expanded and his awesome facial hair.


For his number, I decided to have him explain his own occupation to the tune of “Master of the House” which is from the Victor Hugo based musical Les Miserables. Now the original talks about how the Thenardiers cheat their customers at their ramshackle inn which is about as filthy as what you’d expect from 1820s France. Yes, they may be quite entertaining but they are awful people who treat Cosette like shit and they’re even worse in the book. Of course, I’m not sure if they’re as bad as Seneca Crane. Yet, then again, Seneca Crane has a job in which killing teenagers is sort of part of the deal. And the Capitol is very insensitive to such teen violence that they see as entertainment. Yes, a reality show with a sick premise indeed.


“Master of the Games”

Sung by Seneca Crane


Seneca Crane, I have the beard

I am the man whom all tributes fear

I orchestrate stuff in the Games

Setting the scene and help entertain

Seldom do you see

Any men like me

Controlling the arena

Who’s content to be


Master of the Games, putting on a show

Overseeing the arena for the Hunger Games

Put some killer squirrels, make them shit their pants

Wait until you see the bullet ants

And we’re sure to have muttations

After some of them are through

But you haven’t seen nothing

You’ll see more disasters soon


Master of the Games, keeper of the zoo

Let’s unleash a killer bird or two

Add a little fire, sure to smoke them out

Sorry, a fellow tribute has just killed them now

Everybody loves a rookie

When everyone’s entertained

I do whatever pleases

The Capitol so nobody complains


Master of the Games, quick to catch yer eye

God help the tribute who avoids a fight

Add a little storm, add a little fog

Make it poisonous so they won’t last long!

Let’s have some tracker jackers

Don’t want to approach the nest

They’re deadly and persistent

So there’s not much to fight back


Show beyond compare, show beyond belief

Some won’t last a bloodbath and their time is brief

Fighting for supplies, fighting for a pack

Being attacked by Careers in the big bloodbath

Tributes are more than welcome

Cornucopia has supplies

Everybody loves

A catfight with two girls wielding knives


Make it pour blood rain, make it sunny bright

Mess with them by switching from day to night

Here’s a little blight, there a killer mutt

Hope you aren’t there when they all go rut

Some plants may be poison

Some tributes don’t have a clue

Don’t you eat the nightlock, it’s real deadly

Jesus! Shame they hadn’t knew!


I hope Snow is pleased with all my schemes

But God Almighty, hope the kids don’t form close teams.


Master of the Games? Is it worth my spit?

Go wrong, then Snow will surely lose his shit

Hope there’s just one left, hope they don’t make pacts

If they threaten suicide, then I’ll get the ax

What a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a boss

God knows how I’ve lasted working for this bastard before I’m lost!


Master of the Games!

Keeper of the beard

Capitol lapdog whom

All tributes fear

Keep them entertained so they won’t complain

Don’t know why we have them but they sure are great!


Hope to have career advancement

Hope the Games go well this year


Everybody raise a glass

Hope Snow doesn’t nail my ass

Everybody raise a glass to the Master of the Games!

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