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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 |