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?