British Intelligence Lyrics

British Intelligence, they're on your back And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me Three, fours and right up your back And you just got sacked, now your money's not free
Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired
This is for the cold concrete sold by the feet Taxed by a man that I'm yet to meet Pay an army, I'm hardly ready to speak Memories start in 93
And [Incomprehensible] came round last week And told me she's sick and tired of women
I'm still traveling trains delayed in the rain on a Monday morning Watched by surveillance teams business men live out their dreams And sleep with secretaries In stockrooms over flowed with coffee and machines
While we're still riding Trying to find a place where they're not watching Called her up in the end To apologize for being so drunk and stubborn
British Intelligence, they're on your back And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me Three, fours and right up your back And you just got sacked, now your money's not free
Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired
The 501's a selfish son Travel down the inner to the suburban He's lurking, burning cigarettes on We'll be on the bar that his lover works in
And, and a legal lay in the end Jessie from the west said marry up quick Get lost in the system With a BCG and a finger print scan
[Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Man, I was outside calling a friend Trying to save claim on the money I lent
While were still riding Trying to find a place where their not watching Called her up again Identity cards and camera men
British Intelligence, they're on your back And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me Three, fours and right up your back And you just got sacked, now your money's not free
Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired
He said Suzie, would you lose me in trouble? He said Suzie, let's move on the double Would we, please get him in trouble? He said could we, would we get him in trouble? So would you, should we better get him in trouble? Three weeks down and now you've burst you're
British Intelligence, they're on your back And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me Three, fours and right up your back And you just got sacked, now your money's not free
Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired