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 Let the punishment fit the crime Let the punishment fit the crime Let the punishment fit the crime