Guy Davie - British Intelligence lyrics

[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 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 [Verse One] 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 Ross came round last week And told me he's sick and tired of women I'm still travelling 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 [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 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 [Verse Two] 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 While the boys from old Poland Work their fingers to the bone for the minimum 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 [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 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 [Verse Three] 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 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 Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired (really wired) Too much is never enough, now you're fired (now you're fired) (Now you're)