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