Lyrics

Go tell the mountain
It's not high enough
Go tell the snow
It should have melted long ago
Go tell the blue sky
She's not pretty anymore
Like she don't already know
Go tell the future
To go fuck itself
It's too late for all that now
It's too late for all that now
Go tell the preacher
He ain't nothing
He ain't nothing much at all
And all of those words ain't worth repeating
Just a bunch of letters
Stuck together
And that's all
Go tell the future
To go fuck itself
It's too late for all that now
It's too late for all that now
It's too late for all that now
It's too late for all that now
Go tell that girl
That she's so pretty
Maybe the prettiest of all
Go tell that girl
Not to change a single thing
This is my song
And I can say whatever I want
This is my song
And I can say whatever I want
Go tell the future
To go fuck itself
It's too late for all that now
It's too late for all that now
It's too late for all that now
It's too late for all that now
Written by: Alistair James Jenkins
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