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Dylan Bob
Oh Mercy
Disease of Conceit
by Bob Dylan
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.
- Album:
- Bob Dylan
- Dylan
- Miscellaneous
- The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3
- New Morning
- The Basement Tapes
- Love And Theft
- Time Out Of Mind
- Dylan And The Dead
- Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid
- Another Side of Bob Dylan
- Blonde on Blonde
- Blood on the Tracks
- Bringing It All Back Home
- Desire
- Down in the Groove
- Empire Burlesque
- Good as I Been to You
- Highway 61 Revisited
- Infidels