Camickey's Style.

You'd be damned to be one of us, boy; faced with the dodo's conundrum.
I felt like I could just fly, but nothing happened everytime I tried.

He wonders the streets at night
And sleeps in the day
He’s a star when the moon shines
But in the sun he turns grey
 
So he forgot his senses
And he has no defenses
He really don’t mind dying
He thinks it’s just like flying

Basically, this is how I'm going to look this saturday.