Evils of stock

Started back in twenty-ten, with a dream and a purple ride,

Turned that xB to a truck — now it’s known nationwide.

Cutters singin’, grinders flashin’, welders in a row,

Ain’t no showroom cookie-cutters rollin’ outta this ol’ shop door.

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We’re fightin’ the evils of stock — one mod at a time,

Droppin’ jaws at the shows and racin’ through the grind.

From slammed-out stances to lifted soul machines,

We turn Scions into legends, not just in our dreams.

Yeah, it’s sparks, sweat, and passion, under neon shop lights —

It’s Nightwerks, baby — where the builds come to life.

There’s sparks flyin’ sideways, paint fumes in the air,

And a beat-up Snap-On stool sittin’ by a Scion on the lift back there.

Every bolt we twist’s got a purpose and a plan,

We don’t follow blueprints — we build with our hands.

Customers roll in, some don’t even know the dream —

But they leave with wide eyes and a ride so clean.

It’s not just parts and polish — it’s soul in every line,

‘Cause we’re in this for the love, not the bottom line.

hat purple xB truck? Yeah, it broke the mold —

Took me coast to coast and stories still get told.

Fifteen years deep, still weldin’ through the grime —

Stock’s the enemy, friend — we mod every time.

We’re fightin’ the evils of stock — one mod at a time,

Every dent and every weld tells a story in the grime.

Ain’t no factory finish ever turned a head like this —

It’s custom-built courage, it’s horsepower bliss.

From the purple truck legacy to every ride we ignite —

We’re Nightwerks, baby — where wrongs turn into right.

So roll through the lot with your dreams in your hand,

We’ll torch ‘em to life like only Nightwerks can.

This ain’t just a shop — it’s a rebel design…

Fightin’ the evils of stock…

One mod at a time.