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