The State of Florida

He says Florida’s slowly sinking
Sinking into the ocean
He says the housing tracts
Are built on half fact
And the rest half fiction
And I can’t argue that statistics
Are becoming the definition
Of just standing still
Between glass and steel
Drowning in this quicksand
And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
It’s turning into more than I can take
Too much, too soon, too little, too late
And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
It’s turning into more than I can take
Too much, too soon, too little, too late
Between the garbage and the concrete
To the construction grounds under our feet
A boomtown gone bust
A goldmine to dust
Disintegrating
We’re latchkey kids from divorces
Transplants and the foreign tourists
Fill up vacation spots
Turned to trailer parks
'Cause this state is fading
And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
It’s turning into more than I can take
Too much, too soon, too little, too late
And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
It’s turning into more than I can take
Too much, too soon, too little, too late
And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
It’s turning into more than I can take
Too much, too soon, too little, too late
And the city skyline hasn’t looked the same
Since the boom in south Florida’s real estate
It’s turning into more than I can take
Too much, too soon, too little, too late
Too little, too late