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

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