Bob Dylan - Disease of Conceit текст песни

Theres a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit

Theres a whole lot of people struggling tonight with the disease of conceit

Comes right down the highway, straight down the line

Rips into your senses, through your body and your mind

Nothing about it thats sweet

The disease of conceit

Theres a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit

Theres a whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit

Steps into your room, eats into your soul

Over your senses you have no control

Aint nothing too discreet

About the disease of conceit

Theres a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit

Theres a whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit

Comes right outta nowhere and youre 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 theyre still not sure

Theres a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit

Theres a 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 youre too good to die

Then they bury you from your head to your feet

From the disease of conceit