When on your way out... Written by Heavily Armored Hamster As I look upon the door I can't help but feel Just a bit of guilt At having to close it so soon I can still remember When I had first opened it I was a thief A darned good one, for sure Not just a thief But someone that could be looked up to Not necessarily in a moral way But...In a sense of a loyalty If that makes sense The people of Burglin Park I think they knew me best And it's them I'll miss the most To them, I was their guardian Their bigger brother Their father Lookin' out for the park To them I say good bye It was that statue That eventually led me here The one I knew Carpainter had If I could sell that thing I knew that I could expand Expand Burglin Park by double it's land So I figured I just needed Some pathetic fool Who needed power But boy, was I mistaken Guess I was a fool myself The snotty Monotolli A double crosser Tricking a thief Truly devious The statue meant too much to him He tried to due me in I secretly had thought he the fool But I was just as much so He planned to use the statue for power And I guess I did too For in our world, money is power It was at that moment In my worst of health I had shown my worst of character After I told the kids my tale And said my good-bye I knew it was time to come back here And shut the door tightly And then lock the door Lock the door, for I had failed Lock the door, for I broken my own code Luck the door, for I could no longer be seen Lock the door, for I was not to live much longer anyway So I placed the key into the keyhole And began to turn And with that The door was locked...