“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 the idea that You're too good to die Then they bury you from your head to your feet From the disease of conceit” PeopleGivingIdeasWholeEyeDiesEvilSeeingTroubleFeetDiseaseTonightDelusionConceitGrandeurDelusions Of GrandeurEvil Eye Book:Lyrics:1962-2012 Source: Lyrics:1962-2012
“You who are dead ... tonight you will disport yourselves for my pleasure. Food and wine will pass between your dead lips, though you will not taste it. Your dead stomachs will hold it within you, while your dead feet take the measure of a dance. Your dead mouths will speak words that will have no meaning to you, and you will embrace one another without pleasure. You will sing for me if I wish it. You will lie down again when I will it.... Let the revelry begin.” IfsLyingSpeakWishPleasureFeetTasteMouthsWineEmbraceLipsTonightWithin YouFood And WineRevelry Author:Roger Zelazny