I'm waking up to ash and dust 
I wipe my brow and sweat [bad word] 
I'm breathing in the chemicals 
I'm breaking in and shaping up 
Then checking out on the prison bus 
This is it the apocalypse 

I'm waking up 
I feel it in my bones 
Enough to make my systems grow  [bad word] to the new age 
To the new age  [bad word] to the new age 
To the new age 
I'm radioactive 
Radioactive 
I'm radioactive 
Radioactive 

I raise my flag and don my clothes 
It's a revolution I suppose 
We're painted red to fit right in 
I'm breaking in and shaping up 
Then checking out on the prison bus 
This is it, the apocalypse 

I'm waking up 
I feel it in my bones 
Enough to make my systems grow  [bad word] to the new age 
To the new age  [bad word] to the new age 
To the new age 
I'm radioactive 
Radioactive 
I'm radioactive 
Radioactive 

All systems go 
Sun hasn't died 
Deep in my bones 
Straight from inside 

I'm waking up 
I feel it in my bones 
Enough to make my systems grow  [bad word] to the new age 
To the new age  [bad word] to the new age 
To the new age 
I'm radioactive 
Radioactive 
I'm radioactive 
Radioactive