British Intelligence

British Intelligence there on your back

And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me

3 4's and right up your back

And you just got sacked now your moneys not free

Ticker time man its never wild enough

And 3 to the 4 when your really wired

To much never enough now your fired

This is for the cold concreate sold by defeat

Taxed by a man that I'm yet to meet

Pay an army I'm hardly ready to speak

Memorys start in 93

And roxy came round last week

And told me she's sick and tired of women

I'm still travelling trains

Delayed in the rain on a Monday morning

Watched by survailance teams

Business men live out their dreams

And sleep with secreteries

In stockrooms over photocopying machines

While were still riding

Trying to find a place where their not watching

Called her up in the end

To apologise for being so drunk and stuborn

The 501's a selfish son

Traveled out the inner to the suburban

He's lurking burning cigrettes 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 finger print scan

While the boys from Old Poland

Work their fingers to the bone for the minimum

Man I was outisde calling a friend

Trying to stake 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

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 woulda should we better get him in trouble

3 weeks down and now you've burst you're