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