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, woah 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 Woah-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 flags, dye my clothes It's a revolution, I suppose We're painted red to fit right in, woah I'm breaking in, shaping up Then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse, woah