There's a whole lot of people sufferin' tonight from the disease of conceit Whole lot of people strugglin' tonight from the disease of conceit. Comes right down the highway, straight down the line Rips into your senses, thru your body and your mind Nothing about it that's sweet The disease of conceit. There's a whole lot of hearts breakin' tonight from the disease of conceit Whole lot of hearts shakin' tonight from the disease of conceit. Steps into your room, eats into your soul Over your senses you have no control Ain't nothin' too discreet About the disease of conceit. There's a whole lot of people dyin' tonight from the disease of conceit Whole lot of people cryin' tonight from the disease of conceit. Comes right outta 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 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 seein' double tonight from the disease of conceit. If your 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.

Recorded at Studio On The Move, New Orleans, LA March 7-24, 198