When the alarm goes off in the blue morning dark
You know it’s five AM on the Pacific Rim [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bedouin_soundclash/immigrant_workforce.html ]
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
