Lyric Mister Jones

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
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 Mr. Jones do I still have any choice ?