My name is mister jones i get inside your bones i know just 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 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 mr. jones do i still have any choice ?
