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 cant argue that statistics are becoming the definition of just standing

Still between glass and steel

Drowning in this quicksand



And the cities skyline hasnt looked the same, 

Since the boom in south florida's real estate

Its 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 thats disintegrating

Where latch key kids from divorces, transplants and the foreign tourists fill up vacation

Spots turned to trailer parks cause this state is fading.



And the cities skyline hasnt looked the same, 

Since the boom in south florida's real estate

Its turning into more than i can take.

Too much, too soon, too little, too late.



And the cities skyline hasnt looked the same, 

Since the boom in south florida's real estate

Its turning into more than i can take.

Too much, too soon, too little, too late.