I'm waking up to ash and dust 
I wipe my brow and I sweat [bad word] 
I'm breathing in the chemicals ooh 

I'm breaking in, I'm shaping up 
And checking out on the prison bus 
This is it, the apocalypse whoa 
 [bad word]  

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones 
Enough to make my systems blow  [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, I don my clothes 
It's a revolution, I suppose 
We'll paint it red to fit right in whoa 

I'm breaking in, I'm shaping up 
And checking out on the prison bus 
This is it, the apocalypse whoa 
 [bad word]  

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones 
Enough to make my systems blow  [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 
 [bad word]  

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones 
Enough to make my systems blow  [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