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?
why has no one posted for this?? i love it, it's about heroin addiction, "jones-in for heroin" rolled up sleeves, ties that bind, can't live without you, "point", burnt spoon... all show that it is.
Yeh, it is LOL....cool!