CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Guns Before Butter (Live at American Indian Centre)
This is- this is called "Guns Before Butter"
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
All this talk of blood and iron
Ah it's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's no place to die for
I want some sand to hide my head in
I hear some talk of guns and butter
Alternatives, you can't leave me out
If men are only blood and iron
O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt?
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
All this talk of joy in labour
It's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's no place to die for
I want some sand to hide my head in
I hear some talk of guns and butter
Alternatives, you can't leave me out
If men are only blood and iron
O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt?
Ju-
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
All this talk of guns and butter
It's the cause of all my shaking
The motherland's no place to cry for
I want some sand to hide my head in
I hear some talk of guns and butter
Alternatives, you can't leave me out
If men are only blood and iron
O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt?
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
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
All this talk of blood and iron
Ah it's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's no place to die for
I want some sand to hide my head in
I hear some talk of guns and butter
Alternatives, you can't leave me out
If men are only blood and iron
O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt?
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
All this talk of joy in labour
It's the cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's no place to die for
I want some sand to hide my head in
I hear some talk of guns and butter
Alternatives, you can't leave me out
If men are only blood and iron
O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt?
Ju-
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
All this talk of guns and butter
It's the cause of all my shaking
The motherland's no place to cry for
I want some sand to hide my head in
I hear some talk of guns and butter
Alternatives, you can't leave me out
If men are only blood and iron
O Doktor Doktor, what's in my shirt?
Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
