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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
I hear some talk of blood and iron
That's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's 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
It make only blood and iron
O doctor doctor what's in my shirt
Just keep quiet no room for doubt
I hear some talk of blood and iron
That's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's 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
It make only blood and iron
O doctor doctor what's in my shirt
Just keep quiet no room for doubt
I hear some talk of blood and iron
That's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's 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
It make only blood and iron
O doctor doctor what's in my shirt
Just keep quiet no room for doubt
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
I hear some talk of blood and iron
That's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's 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
It make only blood and iron
O doctor doctor what's in my shirt
Just keep quiet no room for doubt
I hear some talk of blood and iron
That's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's 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
It make only blood and iron
O doctor doctor what's in my shirt
Just keep quiet no room for doubt
I hear some talk of blood and iron
That's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's 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
It make only blood and iron
O doctor doctor what's in my shirt
Just keep quiet no room for doubt