| 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, shaping up
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| Then checking out on the prison bus
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| This is it, the apocalypse, whoa
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| I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
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| Enough to make my systems 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, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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| Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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| I raise my flags, 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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| I'm breaking in, shaping up
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| Checking out on the prison bus
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| This is it, the apocalypse, whoa
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| I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
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| Enough to make my systems 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, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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| Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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| All systems go
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| Sun hasn't died
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| Deep in my bones
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| Straight from inside
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| Bury me alive, bury me with pride
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| Bury me with berries, that forbidden fruit and cherry wine
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| Thank you berry much, but tonight's my night and I'm Barry Bonds
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| Swingin' for the fences, barbaric Kendrick in idle time
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| Everything in life subject to change, change whip, change grind
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| Change clothes, change opinions right before I change my mind
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| I don't really know your business
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| Been in there since I was bendin' Lego blocks
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| Now you tell the world about me, dry snitch
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| Tater tots on my shotgun, now I gotta pop one at the stars
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| Sky's the limit, I gotta finish as the first rapper on Mars
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| Mark my word, I'm a make my mark,
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| Even when they start their martial Law
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| Even when these Martians alienate,
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| My mental state is still at heart
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| Fuck, look in my eyes,
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| Tell me I died,
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| Tell me I tried
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| To compromise
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| Tell me you love me,
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| Tell me that I don't give a fuck and can barely decide
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| Wishin' good luck on my enemies,
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| All of my energy go to the almighty God
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| I could drown in a bottle of Hennessy,
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| Fuck your amenities,
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| I'm gettin' better with time
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| I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
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| Enough to make my systems 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, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
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| Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive |