Guns Before Butter
All this talk of blood & iron
Is the cause of all my shaking
All this talk of blood & iron
Is the cause of all my shaking
All this talk of blood & iron
Is the cause of all my shaking
All this talk of blood & 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 & butter
That's something we can do without
If men are only blood & 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 & iron
O doktor doktor, what's in my shirt
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
All this talk of blood & 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 & butter
That's something i can do without
If men are only blood & iron
O doktor doktor, what's in my shirt?
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
