The State of Florida - Less Than Jake

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