Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Woah, woah, I'm radioactive, radioactive. (Enough) to make my systems blow This is it, the apocalypse, woah. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust,

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 I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

I'll make it louder Blow the system I've got that burning fever On the dance floor where I need my And bump the speaker the volumes way too low Just keep up with the rhythm

Why do they always send the poor? Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking

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 I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus