I′m waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow, and I sweat my rust

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 blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, I'm

Radioactive, radioactive

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, I′m

Radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flag, dye 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