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

I cant seem to live without you

Without you what's the "point"

I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon

Mr. jones do I still have any choice?