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Twiggy And Stone - New Coilovers, Same Saxo.

[Verse 1] Stone’s hands dripping with JCB sin, Hydraulic halo with a hangover grin. Twiggy’s eyes like twin exhaust flames, Sober saint in a sinner’s frame. Rust on his knuckles, the coilovers tight, The Saxo hums back to life that night. Hanley flickers — neon grey, They roll past Venus, born that way. [Pre-Chorus] Blue grease and prayer, in equal dose, The Saxo sings, the engine knows. [Chorus] Oh, we’re rolling, The saints of Stoke on Trent, Coilovers New, divine suspension still bent. Stone’s half gone, Saxo half divine, Bubblegum Barr, grease and brine. From JCB 10 hour torment — We ride the night through Stoke’s lament. [Verse 2] Twiggy’s got filth under holy skin, Oil-stained prophet with a sober grin. Stone in the seat, cracked lips of blue, Shouts “Mate, that chippy’s calling you.” Twiggy hits a U turn and says a hymn, Wheel spin sings along with him. Venus glows — fryer’s song, Grease-light gospel all night long. [Pre-Chorus] Chicken steam, salvation fried, Barr’s bubblegum, Stone revived. [Chorus] Oh, we’re rolling, The saints of Stoke on Trent, Coilovers New, divine suspension still bent. Stone’s half gone, Saxo half divine, Bubblegum Barr, grease and brine. From JCB 10 hour torment — We ride the night through Stoke’s lament. [Bridge – atmospheric guitar solo over muffled engine noise] “You can’t kill what’s built from rust, Stoke’s in our blood, petrol in our trust. Mars smiles down from the scrapyard’s glow, The Saxo’s a hymn, not a show.” [Final Chorus – rising, anthemic] Oh, the Saxo lives, the town confesses, Chrome confessions, petrol blessings. From Hanley’s heart to the edge of dusk, We rise from grime, we rise from dust. Venus chippy, fried and bent — Forever saints of Stoke-on-Trent.* [Outro – faint exhaust fade] Bubblegum, grease, and holy chrome — The Saxo’s more than metal, it’s home.