Wicked by Clay Crosse Lyrics

Flee like a bird to your mountain
For the wicked bend their bows
And they load their guns
And shoot from the shadows
At an upright and righteous man

Run to your arms like a baby
When the whole world closes in
Now a righteous man
Now he loves his brother
And the wicked, wicked man
Now he loves hate

And on the wicked, He will reign
On the wicked, God will reign and reign
On the wicked, He will reign
On the wicked, God will reign and reign and reign

Pray for the child in the city, yeah
'Cause the city's lost its mind
And there's a dangerous cloud on the horizon
And the tears will fall like rain from the sky
And on the wicked, He will reign
On the wicked, God will reign and reign
On the wicked, He will reign
On the wicked, God will reign and reign and reign

Now the righteous man
He loves his brother
And the wicked, wicked man
He still loves hate

And on the wicked, He will reign
On the wicked, God will reign and reign
On the wicked, He will reign
On the wicked, God will reign and reign

On the wicked, He will reign
On the wicked, God will reign and reign
On the wicked, He will reign, yes
On the wicked, God will reign and reign and reign

Oh, yeah

Oh, flee like a bird to your mountain
Flee like a bird, yeah