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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 is never wild 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 Roxy came round last week and told me she's sick and tired of women Well 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 photocopying machines While we're still riding tryin to find a place where they're not watching Called her up in the end to apologise 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 is never wild 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 a wall behind the bar that his lover works in An illegal alien, Jessie from the West said marry up quick Get a lost in the system, with a BCG and a fingerprint scan Well the boys from mo Poland, work their fingers to the bone for the minimum I was outside calling a friend, tryin to stake claim on the money I leant her We're still riding, tryin to find a place where they're 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 is never wild 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 ya, should we better get him in trouble? Three weeks down now you burst your 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 is never wild enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired |