All this talk of blood and iron

Is the cause of all my shaking

All this talk of blood and iron

Is the cause of all my shaking

All this talk of blood and iron

Is the cause of all my shaking



All this talk of blood and iron

It's the cause of all my shaking

The fatherland's no place to die for

It makes me want to run out shaking

I hear some talk of guns and butter

That's something we can do without

If men are only blood and iron

O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt?



Just keep quiet, no room for doubt



I'm hearing talk of joy in labour

I'll tell you this you can leave me out

The motherland's no place to cry for

I want some sand to hide my head in

I'm hearing talk of strength in labour

That's something I can do without

If I'm only blood and iron

O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt



Just keep quiet, no room for doubt



All this talk of blood and iron

It's the cause of all my shaking

The fatherland's no place to cry for

It makes me want to run out shouting

I hear some talk of guns and butter

That's something I can do without

If men are only blood and iron

O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt?



Just keep quiet, no room for doubt