| 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 and 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 system 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, and dye my clothes | 
| It's a revolution, I suppose | 
| We're painted red to fit right in | 
| Whoa | 
| I'm breaking in and 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 system 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 | 
| All systems go | 
| The 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 system 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 |