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.
