I hear some talk of guns and butter
All this talk of blood and iron
It makes me want to run out shouting
Tell me this, if it's blood and iron
I hear some talk of guns and butter
That's something I can do without
It makes me want to run out shouting
That's something I can do without
O Doktor, Doktor, what's in my shirt?
That's the cause of all my shaking
Tell me this, if it's blood and iron
That's the cause of all my shaking
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
Is the cause of all my shaking
I hear some talk of blood and iron
Tell me this, if it's blood and iron
All this talk of blood and iron
O Doktor, Doktor, what's in my shirt?
I hear some talk of guns and butter
The fatherland's no place to die for
I hear some talk of blood and iron
Is the cause of all my shaking
I hear some talk of blood and iron
It makes me want to run out shouting
That's something I can do without
O Doktor, Doktor, what's in my shirt?
The fatherland's no place to die for
That's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's no place to die for
