Clay Crosse Wicked
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
