I've cordoned off the carpark.
I prowl it like a mad dog.
But when that dog sleeps
You could rub your hand along its teeth.

It's a mad setting.
But it's emotion.

Maybe I should move around a little
Give it a little slack.

But this is my currency.
And I guess I should not be insecure about going broke

Cos no matter where the world goes
It will always be there

Or I'll have to train to fight electronic dogs.