Miss The Strange 7''

by CopyCats

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released June 13, 2013

Recorded at TigrusStudio in November 2012.
Produced and mixed by CopyCats.
Artwork/Photo by Jorge Jimenez.
Master by Reaccion Raul.

Released June 2013 by Discos Antiguays.

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Track Name: Generation Stroll
They prick and hit you
And I know you won't move!
We are no dangerous generation
Generation Lost

Give him money, give him sources
Give him all, buy the love.
Now I'm sold!
Give him, give him, give him...
Well i'm sick and tired of youth
When youth was strong enough!


Give him clash , give him a gang
Give him all, buy the love.
Now I'm sold!
Give him, give him, give him...
I'm sick and tired of youth
When youth was strong enough!



Reunited orphans
Let's show your move
We're a dangerous generation
Generation's stroll!

Give him clash , give him a gang
Give him all, buy the love.
Now I'm sold!
Give him, give him, give him...
I'm sick and tired of youth
When youth was strong enough!
Track Name: Blood is the Way
Now that you're living on the mountains
now she's getting closer
now the moon is goin' home
and the sun ready to have fun
Now we can sing so loud
Now that we're weird and poor
Proud full happiness
And I can tell you this:

Blood's the way
Blood's the way
Blood's the way
Blood's the way
Can change your game
Blood's the way


Now that you got it on one hand
Now that we got it on one hand
We've laughed we have mourned
Family garanteed thank to you
Now we'll sing so loud
Now that we're weird and poor
Proud full happiness
And I can tell you this:

(Chorus)
Track Name: Pleasure Breath
She would blend thoughts in my mind
Modifying me to each time smile
my dragon spits some fire
Out of mind, out of sight

Failed game, living in vain
Now it's dedicated

It was time for a pleasure breath
when you did no expect

Pleasure breath before the heart breaks
And we're going out there!
Track Name: Miss the Strange
Want to marry
with my favourite whore
Have a son from punk-rock
Love the misery and weak corpses
Grab my money now it has no worth
Just failed to my nature
Too much rebel blood
See the kids,
They always return to the roots!



I was sickening and getting worse
There was my family
Counted by fingers and thumbs
Just tried to avoid to all control
miss the strange,
more than you ever loved!