Radioactive sing and play along

I'm waking up to ash and dust;

I wipe a my o brow and I sweat my rust.

I'm breathing in the chemicals.

Whoa, 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 systems blow.

Welcome to the new age,

to the new age.

Welcome to the new age,

to the new age.

Whoa, oh.

Whoa I'm radioactive, radioactive.

Whoa, oh.

Whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive.

I raise my flag and dye my clothes.

I It's a rev olution I I suppose.

We're painted red to fit right in.

Whoa, 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 systems blow.

Welcome to the new age,

to the new age.

Welcome to the new age,

to the new age.

Whoa, oh.

Whoa I'm radioactive, radioactive.

Whoa, oh.

Whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive.

All systems go;

the sun hasn't died.

Deep in my bones, straight from inside.

I'm waking radioactive.