Radioactive
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, 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.
Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.
I raise my flags, don my clothes,
It's a revolution I suppose.
We'll paint it red, to fit right in, whoa.
checking out on the prison bus.
All systems go, sun hasn't died.
Deep in my bones, straight from inside.