GNV FLA

"We have our history
Just you and me
But our future gets talked away
Steps three and four
Staying drunk and sit on this porch
Planning out how to escape
We're two trucks stops off the interstate
The promised land with a twist of fate
We're a town for all the lost and found
So sit tight in your smokey room
Still buzzed from this afternoon
I may be going broke
But i'm never broken down

He says Florida is slowly sinking
Sinking into the ocean
He says the housing tracts are built on half facts
And the rest on 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's 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."