There s a whole lot of people suffering tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Whole lot of people struggling tonight
From 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 that s sweet
The disease of conceit.
There s a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight
From the disease of conceit
Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Steps into your room
Eats your soul
Over your senses
You have no control.
Ain t nothing too discreet
About of disease of conceit.
There s a whole lot of people dying tonight
From the disease of conceit
Whole lot of people crying tonight
From the disease of conceit
Comes right out of 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
That the doctors got no cure
They ve done a lot of research on it
But what it isthey re still not sure
There s a whole lot of people in trouble tonight
From the disease of conceit
Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
From the disease of conceit
Give ya delusions of grandeur
And a evil eye
Give you idea that
You re too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.

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