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.