There's a whole lot of people suffering tonightFrom the disease of conceit.Whole lot of people struggling tonightFrom the disease of conceit.Comes right down the highway,Straight down the line,Rips into your sensesThrough your body and your mind.Nothing about it that's sweet,The disease of conceit.There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonightFrom the disease of conceit,Whole lot of hearts shaking tonightFrom the disease of conceit.Steps into your room,Eats your soul,Over your sensesYou have no control.Ain't nothing too discreetAbout of disease of conceit.There's a whole lot of people dying tonightFrom the disease of conceit,Whole lot of people crying tonightFrom the disease of conceit,Comes right out of nowhereAnd you're down for the countFrom the outside world,The pressure will mount,Turn you into a piece of meat,The disease of conceit.Conceit is a diseaseThat the doctors got no cureThey've done a lot of research on itBut what it is, they're still not sureThere's a whole lot of people in trouble tonightFrom the disease of conceit,Whole lot of people seeing double tonightFrom the disease of conceit,Give ya delusions of grandeurAnd a evil eyeGive you idea thatYou're too good to die,Then they bury you from your head to your feetFrom the disease of conceit.
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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 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 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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