Punishment Fits the Crime

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