| Song | Under the God |
| Artist | David Bowie |
| Album | Tin Machine |
| Lyrics：David Bowie Music：David Bowie | |
| Skin dance back-a-the condo | |
| Skin heads getting to school | |
| Beating on Blacks with a baseball bat | |
| Racism back in rule | |
| White trash picking up Nazi flags | |
| While you was gone, there was war | |
| This is the West, get used to it | |
| They put a swastika over the door | |
| CHORUS | |
| Under the God | |
| Under the God | |
| One step over the red line | |
| Under the God | |
| Under the God | |
| Ten steps into the crazy | |
| Washington heads in the toilet bowl | |
| Don't see supremicist hate | |
| Right wing dicks in their boiler suits | |
| Picking out who to annihilate | |
| Toxic jungle of Uzi trails | |
| Tribesmen just wouldn't live here | |
| Fascist flare is fashion cool | |
| Well, you're dead - you just ain't buried (yet) | |
| CHORUS | |
| As the walls came tumbling down | |
| So, the secrets that we shared | |
| I believed you by the palace gates | |
| Now the savage days are here | |
| Under the gods | |
| Crazy eyed man with a shot gun | |
| Hot headed creep with a knife | |
| Love and peace and harmony | |
| Love you could cut with a life | |
| CHORUS |
| Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
| Skin dance backathe condo | |
| Skin heads getting to school | |
| Beating on Blacks with a baseball bat | |
| Racism back in rule | |
| White trash picking up Nazi flags | |
| While you was gone, there was war | |
| This is the West, get used to it | |
| They put a swastika over the door | |
| CHORUS | |
| Under the God | |
| Under the God | |
| One step over the red line | |
| Under the God | |
| Under the God | |
| Ten steps into the crazy | |
| Washington heads in the toilet bowl | |
| Don' t see supremicist hate | |
| Right wing dicks in their boiler suits | |
| Picking out who to annihilate | |
| Toxic jungle of Uzi trails | |
| Tribesmen just wouldn' t live here | |
| Fascist flare is fashion cool | |
| Well, you' re dead you just ain' t buried yet | |
| CHORUS | |
| As the walls came tumbling down | |
| So, the secrets that we shared | |
| I believed you by the palace gates | |
| Now the savage days are here | |
| Under the gods | |
| Crazy eyed man with a shot gun | |
| Hot headed creep with a knife | |
| Love and peace and harmony | |
| Love you could cut with a life | |
| CHORUS |