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 ?