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 this 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 the state is fading.
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And the cities skyline hasn't looked the same,
Since the boom in South Florida's real estate.
It's turning into most than i can take.
Too much too soon too little too late.