My name is Mr. Jones   I get inside your bones   I know how to make you tweak   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