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