British Intelligence Jamie T

[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