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.
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