Stand inert,
look to golden shores
See the skyline – corroding
Thick with grease from the palms of those who are schooled in charm
Use their weight as a lever,
then use the cleaver.
Just in case, don’t resist, hope they miss

Always taking more than giving
Always taking more than giving
Always taking more than giving

Spreading far,
to the farthest shore
Moving slowly, unimpeded
Wake up to the fact that the dirt spreads farther then before
It clings to the coast line,
the stakes are rising
From minute, to minute , to minute

Take your grievance to the summit
Take your grievance to the summit
Get shot down on the tarmac

The bubble bursts,
there’s burning plastic
Obscuring the skyline
How many ways does the same message need to be sent?
The sands are shifting, the veil’s lifted. Impetus will push us, don’t give up

And stop the wheels from turning
And stop the wheels from turning
And stop the wheels from turning


Lyrics submitted by Everlong

International House Of Dirt song meanings
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