I hear the bells of freedom chiming   And inside my heart I feel I'm dying   Wise guys never compromise   Then they loose their rights and they act surprised   Jail really cuts you down to size      Let the punishment fit the crime   The footprints on the sign, the time   The philosophy of the 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 the 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 feel 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 the warish crime   Make a man humble in his prime      Let the punishment fit the crime   The footprints on the sign the time   The philosophy of the warish crime   Make a man humble in his prime      Let the punishment fit the crime   Let the punishment fit the crime   Let the punishment fit the crime   Let the punishment fit the crime