"Let Me Be" lyrics
"Let Me Be"
Let me rant and let me ramble
You're lookin' at lunatic in shambles
I've got real issues I must wrestle
I'm unfit to steer the vessel
Somebody please take the wheel
I can't cope now, no I can't deal
To do so would be too great a gamble
Let me rant and let me ramble
Let me be (whoa oh oh)
Let me be (whoa oh oh)
Let me ramble, let me rant
I've got shit to get to but I can't
Get to shit in this condition
It will pass soon, I keep wishing
I keep wishing, I keep waiting
This couldn't be more irritating
Right now I'm feeling like an ant
Let me ramble let me rant
Let me be (whoa oh oh oh)
Let me be (whoa oh oh oh)
Let me be (whoa oh oh oh)
Let me rant and let me ramble
Let me try and get a handle
On what's knocked me for a loop
Time to let the troops regroup
Recoup, relax, collect my thoughts
Retrace my tracks, connect the dots
It will take awhile just to unscramble
Let me rant and let me ramble
Let me rant and let me ramble
Let me rant and let me ramble
Let me be (whoa oh oh oh)
Let me be (whoa oh oh oh)
Let me be (whoa oh oh oh)
Let me be (whoa oh oh oh)
Let me rant and let me ramble
You're lookin' at a lunatic in shambles
I've got real issues I must wrestle
I'm unfit to steer the vessel
Somebody please take the wheel
I can't cope now I even can't deal
To do so would be too great a gamble
Let me rant and let me ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble
Writer(s): Joseph Gittleman, Richard M Barrett
- AZLyrics
- M
- The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Lyrics
album:
"Pay Attention" (2000)
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