Guns Before Butter

All this talk of blood and iron

Is the cause of all my shaking

The fatherland is no place to die 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

I'm hearing talk of joy in labour

That's a thing I can do without

The motherland's no place to die for

I'll find some sand to hide my head in

All this talk of strength through labour

I'll tell you this you can leave me out

If I'm only blood and iron

O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt