If I Ever Get Out Of Florida

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