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  (x 2)    Let the punishment fit the crime (x 4)