Jamie T - British Intelligence lyrics
[Jamie T - British Intelligence lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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