Texty: NOFX. Mr. 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
I cant 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?