I wipe my brow and 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
(Chrous) 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 I'm radioactive Radioactive 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 I'm breaking in, shaping up Then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse