Like a rabbit in the ground
But more like a troll
I attack the nearest cabin
my weapon takes a toll
I enter shooting and demanding
I come out smiley faced, loot in hand
Open the hatch, break my fall, boots hit sand
Along the tunnel, what a hoot, my heist was grand
Best friend institutionalized, hid the loot with him
The asylum imposed lies, I was his only honesty, a thief
He implored I disguise him for an escape, I said chances were slim
I said I´ll dig you a tunnel and surprise you from underneath
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