Wicked Songtext
von 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 a wicked, wicked man, now he loves hate

And on the wicked He will rain
On the wicked God will rain and rain
On the wicked He will rain
On the wicked God will rain and rain and rain


Pray for the child in the city
′Cause the city's lost its mind
There′s a dangerous cloud on the horizon
And the tears will fall like rain from the sky

And on the wicked He will rain
On the wicked God will rain and rain
On the wicked He will rain
On the wicked God will rain and rain and rain

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

And on the wicked He will rain
On the wicked God will rain and rain
On the wicked He will rain
On the wicked God will rain and rain
And on the wicked He will rain
On the wicked God will rain and rain
On the wicked He will rain, yes
On the wicked God will rain and rain and rain


Flee like a bird to your mountain
Flee like a bird