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