When the alarm goes off in the blue morning dark
You know it's five am on the Pacific Rim

Made from stalwart stock, from the earth's own salt
Did you place your luck in North America?

Got a separate history, the credential a mystery
If it's a colour you're seeing, it goes deeper believe me

Join the workforce boy
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Immigrant Workforce Lyrics

Bedouin Soundclash – Immigrant Workforce Lyrics