Mr. Jones

My name is Mister Jones I get inside your bones I know how to make you tweek You soon will be my freak Because I know what you need I control your mind I roll up your sleeves I make ties that bind I've got you! You'll soon be begging on your knees You've got the disease All your money belongs to me You've got the disease I can't seem to live without you Without you whats the point I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon Do I still have any choice? (NO!) Because I know what you need I control your mind I roll up your sleeves I make ties that bind