Wicked Lyrics - Singles - Clay Crosse

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 it's mind 

There's a dangerous cloud on the horizon 

And the tear's 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 

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 

Flee like a bird to your mountain 

Flee like a bird, yeah