I’m waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and 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
Oh, oh 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
I raise my flag, and dye my clothes It’s a revolution, I suppose We’re painted red to fit right in Oh, oh I’m breaking in, shaping up Then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse Oh, oh
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
