Werner Herzog Gets Shot

Three years old, Saint Nicholas Day

God came into the house

And stood in the doorway

In a brown overall

And that's when it left

All the crippling fear

The boundaries in mind

Down we'll go, the volcanoes

Deep in hell we'll roam

And wrestle the devil

In his own home

There's no excuse

Let's try and fail

And be winning still

And then if we fall

Let's fall so hard

Right in the face

That we won't recover

No, get back up

We'll proudly lie

Or we will succeed