The State Of Florida

He says Florida is slowly sinking, sinking into the ocean
He says the housing tracts are built on half facts
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 quicksand

And the cities 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
That’s disintegrating
Where latch key kids from divorces,
Transplants and the foreign tourists
Fill up vacation spots turned to trailer parks cause
This state is funding

And the cities 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