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 whats the "point"

I wasn't born with a silver burnt spoon

mr. jones do I still have any choice?