There's a broken limo in the parking lot And there's dents and rust and the holes say its been shot And with the way the neon sunshine fades the view You'd think this place closed in 1982 And if I ever get out of Florida, I'm coming back for you There's a swamp reclaiming all our stolen land It's making its way for our Wifi and the van No dust settles, no new flowers grow This pretty pink hotel has got to close And If I ever get out of Florida, I'm going home And no one smiles at the Cuban restaurant When I hold your hand, we get weird looks I hope we're the last fags these old fuckers'll ever see As they sink into their bogged tombs alone There's a place on the beach with eight dollar bud lite limes I drain my bank account as I hope to die And when I'm good and drunk I hit the sand Some fountain of youth, some promised land And if I ever get out of Florida sunburnt and tanned I'll carry you home if I can still stand