[Chorus]

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

Ticker time is never wild enough

And three to the four when you're really wired

Too much is never enough, now you're fired

[Verse 1]

This is for the cold concrete sold by defeat

Taxed by a man that I'm yet to meet

Pay an army, I'm hardly ready to speak

Memories start in '93

And Roxy came 'round last week

And told me she's sick and tired of women

While I'm still travelling trains

Delayed in the rain on a Monday morning

Watched by surveillance teams

Businessmen live out their dreams

And sleep with secretaries

In stockrooms over photocopying machines

While we're still riding

Trying to find a place where they're not watching

Called her up in the end

To apologise for being so drunk and stubborn

[Chorus]

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

Ticker time is never wild enough

And three to the four when you're really wired

Too much is never enough, now you're fired

[Verse 2]

In 501s, a selfish son

Travelled out the inner to the suburban

He's lurking, burning cigarettes on

A wall behind a bar that his lover works in

An illegal alien

Jesse from the west said, "Marry her, quick"

Get her lost in the system

With a BCG and a fingerprint scan

While the boys from old Poland

Work their fingers to the bone for the minimum

Man, I was outside calling a friend

Trying to stake claim on the money I lent

While we're still riding

Trying to find a place where they're not watching

Called her up again

Identity cards and cameramen

[Chorus]

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

Ticker time is never wild enough

And three to the four when you're really wired

Too much is never enough, now you're fired

[Bridge]

He said, "Suzi, would you lose me in trouble?"

He said, "Suzi, 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 your—

[Chorus]

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

Ticker time is never wild enough

And three to the four when you're really wired

Too much is never enough, now you're fired

Now you're