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 what’s the point I
wasn’t born with a silver
Burnt spoon mr. jones do I still have any choice
?
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