Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Disease Of Conceit
BOB DYLAN - Disease Of Conceit слова песни
Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Disease Of Conceit
There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceitWhole lot of people struggling tonight from the disease of conceitComes right down the highway straight down the lineRips into your senses through your body and your mindNothing about it that's sweetThe disease of conceit.( )There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceitWhole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceitSteps into your room eats into your soulOver your senses you have no controlAin't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.There's a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceitWhole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceitComes right out of nowhere and you're down for the countFrom the outside world the pressure will mountTurn you into a piece of meatThe disease of conceit.Conceit is the disease that the doctors got no cureThey've done a lot of research on it but what it is they're still not sureThere's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceitWhole lot of people seeing double tonight from the disease of conceitGive you delusions of grandeur and evil eyeGive you the idea that you're too good to dieThen they bury you from your head to your feetFrom the disease of conceit.