| | | | | 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 the 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   But 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 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 |    |        |    |  | |  |          |   |  | |  | / |