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, shaping up
Then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

Oh, oh
I’m waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow

 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age
 [bad word] to the new age

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I´m radioactive
I´m radioactive

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm radioactive
I´m radioactive

I raise my flag, and dye my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
We’re painted red to fit right in
Oh, oh

I’m breaking in, shaping up
Then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Oh, oh

I’m waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
 [bad word] to the new age

To the new age
 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm radioactive
I´m radioactive

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm radioactive
I´m radioactive

All systems go
The 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 system blow

 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age
 [bad word] to the new age
To the new age

Oh, oh, radioactive, radioactive, Oh, oh, radioactive, radioactive