I hear the bells of freedom chiming

And inside my heart I feel I'm dying

Wise guys never compromise

They they loose their rights and they act surprised

Jail really cuts ya down to size



Let the punishment fit the crime

The footprints on (the sign the time)

The philosophy of (warish crime)

Make a man humble in his prime



You can go up, down, or sideways

Be on Death Row, counting the days

They say the answers are blowin' in the wind

And to take yourself out would really be a sin

You just have to cope and start over again



Let the punishment fit the crime

The footprints on (the sign the time)

The philosophy of (warish crime)

Make a man humble in his prime



Little child cries in his sleep

And life makes promises it can't keep

And then you had, had enough

You realize somehow, someway

Your destiny was planned from the very first day



Let the punishment fit the crime

The footprints on (the sign the time)

The philosophy of (warish crime)

Make a man humble in his prime



Let the punishment fit the crime