psychedelic furs - forever now (live LA)

A banker in a tired suit
Is counting in his head
He's standing in your overcoat
He's lying on your bed
President gas is tap dancing
For the banker he's a thief
He isn't very honest
But he's obvious at least

You and I are walking past yeah
Having lost our way
We don't count our money
We are giving it away
Yeah giving it away