Disease
Of Conceit - Bob Dylan
There's a whole lot
of people sufferin' tonight from the disease of conceit
Whole lot of people strugglin' tonight from the disease of conceit.
Comes right down the highway, straight down the line
Rips into your senses, thru your body and your mind
Nothing about it that's sweet
The disease of conceit.
There's a whole lot of hearts breakin' tonight from the disease of conceit
Whole lot of hearts shakin' tonight from the disease of conceit.
Steps into your room, eats into your soul
Over your senses you have no control
Ain't nothin' too discreet
About the disease of conceit.
There's a whole lot of people dyin' tonight from the disease of conceit
Whole lot of people cryin' tonight from the disease of conceit.
Comes right outta nowhere and you're down for the count
From the outside world the pressure will mount
Turn you into a piece of meat
The disease of conceit.
Conceit is a disease but the doctors got no cure,
They done a lot of research on it but what it is they're still not sure.
There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit
Whole lot of people seein' double tonight from the disease of conceit.
If your delusions of grandeur and an evil eye
Give you the idea that you're too good to die,
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.