| I'm waking up to ash and dust
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| I wipe my brow, and I sweat my rust
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| I'm breathing in the chemicals
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| I'm breaking in and shaping up
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| Then checking out on the prison bus
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| This is it, the apocalypse
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| Whoa
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| I'm waking up
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| I feel it in my bones
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| Enough to make my system blow
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| Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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| Welcome to the new age, to the new age
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| I'm radioactive, radioactive
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| I'm radioactive, radioactive
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| I raise my flag, and dye my clothes
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| It's a revolution, I suppose
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| We're painted red to fit right in
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| 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 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
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
|
| I'm radioactive, radioactive
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| I'm radioactive, radioactive
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| All systems go
|
| The sun hasn't died
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| Deep in my bones
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| Straight from inside
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| I'm waking up
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| I feel it in my bones
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| 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
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| I'm radioactive, radioactive |