[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