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 What's The "point"
I Wasn't Born With A Silver Burnt Spoon
Mr. Jones Do I Still Have Any Choice?