I'm waking up to ash and dust
                             I wipe my brow and I 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
Whoa

                            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
                     Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
                     Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

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

                            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
                     Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
                     Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

*Single [bad word] 

Am*         C*  G*          D*
All systems go, sun hasn't died
Am*         C*    G*            D*
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
                     Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
                     Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive