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 because i know what you need i control your mind i roll up your sleeves i make ties that bind