I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in these chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
oh 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
oh I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse Whoa oh

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