# # PUNISHMENT FITS THE CRIME 3.05 x2 rime 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... x3 ries in his sleep And life makes promises it can't keep And then you had, had enough You realize somehow, someway (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
