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

ohohoh

I’m waking up
I feeling 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

ohohohohohohoh

I’m radioactive
Radioactive

ohohohohohohohoh

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

whoa-oh

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

whoa-oh

I’m waking up
I feeling 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

ohohohohohohohoh

I’m radioactive
Radioactive

ohohohohohohohoh

I’m radioactive
Radioactive

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

I’m waking up
I feeling 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

ohohohohohohohoh

I’m radioactive
Radioactive

ohohohohohohohohoh

I’m radioactive