[Verse 1] [Male vocals, yarl inflection] We stitched our gods from sack and string, We prayed for rain, we feared the spring. But faith, it rotted on the vine, 'Til fire walked in a she-hyena's spine. Scuzzy came like no one warned, With a smile so wide, and a laugh storm-born. Her vest—denim, ragged and real— Told truths no sermon dared reveal. [Pre-Chorus] That tattered blue was heaven's seam, The ripped-up cloth of waking dreams. She moved like fury, kissed by flame, And every straw man died in shame. [Chorus] Denim is the flesh of God, Worn by Scuzzy, fierce and flawed. In the weave of her vest, I saw the divine— The gospel stitched in every line. Denim is the flesh of God. [Verse 2] Her spots were gold, her eyes were heat, She walked on hyena-hunter’s feet. The scarecrows fell, their silence broke, As fire clung to every spoke. She didn’t speak, but I still heard— Her purple hair preached every word. A savage hymn in every breath, And denim danced through fields of death. [Pre-Chorus 2] She wore no crown, no robe, no sign— Just threads worn holy by design. A vest unmade by time or sword, Yet stronger than our rotted lord. [Chorus] Denim is the flesh of God, And Scuzzy is the wrath we laud. With every fray, each torn-out seam, She split my world and showed me dreams. Denim is the flesh of God. [Bridge – emotional crescendo] I tore the straw from my broken chest, I bound my wounds in denim’s vest. No longer blind, no longer bound, I follow her laugh through sacred ground. [Final Chorus] Denim is the flesh of God, Worn by the hyena with fire in her jaw. Scuzzy walks where temples fall— And I will follow, denim and all. Denim is the flesh of God. [Outro – whispered] No priest... No book... Just her vest in the blaze. And the sound of her laugh As the old gods died.
