Bob Dylan - Disease Of Conceit Lyrics
Theres a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceitTheres a whole lot of people struggling tonight with the disease of conceitComes right down the highway, straight down the lineRips into your senses, through your body and your mindNothing about it thats sweetThe disease of conceitTheres a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceitTheres a whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceitSteps into your room, eats into your soulOver your senses you have no controlAint nothing too discreetAbout the disease of conceitTheres a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceitTheres a whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceitComes right outta nowhere and youre down for the countFrom the outside world the pressure will mountTurn you into a piece of meatThe disease of conceitConceit is a disease but the doctors got no cureThey done a lot of research on it but what it is theyre still not sureTheres a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceitTheres a whole lot of people seein double tonight from the disease of conceitIf your delusions of grandeur and an evil eyeGive you the idea that youre too good to dieThen they bury you from your head to your feetFrom the disease of conceit
