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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 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.