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

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

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
 I’m radioactive
 Radioactive
 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
 I’m radioactive
 Radioactive
 I’m radioactive
 Radioactive