Intro: Bm D A E Bm D A I’m waking up to ash and dust; E Bm I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust. D A I’m breathing in the chemicals. Bm D A I’m breaking in and shaping up, E Bm Then checking out on the prison bus. D A This is it, the Apocalypse. E Whoa, whoa. Chorus: Bm D I’m waking up. I feel it in my bones, A E Enough to make my systems blow. Bm D Welcome to the new age, to the new age. A E Bm Welcome to the new age, to the new age. D A E Whoa, oh. Whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive. Bm D A Bm Whoa, oh. Whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive. Bm D A I raise my flag and dye my clothes. E Bm It’s a revolution, I suppose. D A We’re painted red to fit right in. E Whoa, whoa. Bm D A I’m breaking in and shaping up, E Bm Then checking out on the prison bus. D A This is it, the Apocalypse. E Whoa, whoa. Chorus: Bm D I’m waking up. I feel it in my bones, A E Enough to make my systems blow. Bm D Welcome to the new age, to the new age. A E Bm Welcome to the new age, to the new age. D A E Whoa, oh. Whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive. Bm D A Bm Whoa, oh. Whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive. Bm D A E All systems go; the sun hasn’t died. Bm D A E Deep in my bones, straight from inside… Chorus: Bm D I’m waking up. I feel it in my bones, A E Enough to make my systems blow. Bm D Welcome to the new age, to the new age. A E Bm Welcome to the new age, to the new age. D A E Whoa, oh. Whoa, I’m radioactive, radioactive. Bm D A Bm Whoa, oh. Whoa, I’m radioactive, Bm radioactive. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E Bm |