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