A million brothers
March on the line
To see another day

The fastest gun
An only son
Is in it for the pay


Full propositions all signed in blood
From everyone he's met

The fight over life, a policy signed
Starts the game, the game of Boba Fett


Not big on talk
But to the point
When someone makes a call

With fewer words
He cuts in thirds
When the winner takes it all


Full compensations, the client pays
Should someone lose a bet

When he should fold, the galaxy whole
Plays the game, the game of Boba Fett


Slave One's ready
The race is on
The season is open

Where everyone's gone
Where all may go
To be alone

The valley is open
The Hunter, The Hunter is home


A wondering soul
Few know his face
But there is no mistake

He'll read the signs
And draw the lines
That are sometimes made to break


Negotiations are not his field
He'll just light his jet

With load in tow while all who knows
Sees the game, the game of Boba Fett


REPEAT CHORUS:

You'd find a place

To stick around
But that is where he'll ride
When he's behind

You'll change your mind
There is not a place to hide


Disintegrations or brought alive
Have seen the pelts he's kept
Beneath the mask, the hunter's gaze

Meets the game, the game of Boba Fett

REPEAT CHORUS: (Repeat last line 3X)