Radioactive
Bon Air
| | | | | I'm waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I'm breathing in the chemicals Shhhhhh I'm breaking in, shaping up Then checking out on the prison bus Oh this is it, the apocalypse Whoah I'm waking up I feel it in my possee 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, whoa I'm Radioactive, radioactive Whoa-oh, whoa I'm Radioactive, radioactive I raise my flags, don my clothes It's revolution, I suppose We're painted red to fit right in Whoah, whoah-oh I'm breaking in, shaping up Then checking out on the prison bus Oh this is it, the apocalypse Whoah I'm waking up I feel it in my possee 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, whoa I'm Radioactive, radioactive Whoa-oh, whoa I'm Radioactive, radioactive | | | All systems go, sun hasn't died Deep in my bones, straight from inside I'm waking up I feel it in my possee 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, whoa I'm Radioactive, radioactive Whoa-oh, whoa I'm Radioactive, radioactive | | | | | Whoa-oh oh Radioactive, radioactive Whoa-oh oh Radioactive, radioactive Whoa-oh oh Radioactive, radioactive Whoa-oh oh Radioactive, radioactive I feel it in my possee 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, whoa I'm Radioactive, radioactive Whoa-oh, whoa I'm Radioactive, radioactive