I've got a million to choose from   A million ways things could be   In dull moments I feel like   There's a million options I see   The trouble is choosing one   The trouble is doing one   A slave in the fields one night   He's running along   Gets far enough to be a free man   And he's feeling so strong   That's how actions should be   Freeing   Step after step is our only choice in a walk   When we run at the mouth we jump back and forth   There's only one place I'm going   There's only one destiny   And if my mind tells me otherwise   Then it's a poor guide for me   All of the energy in life   Is nothing more than a spark in a fire   The whole course of time is the blink of an eye   Rain in the slums   Ah Yom   Into the cards   Ahm Yum   Rain in the slums   Ah Yom   Into another world   Ahm Yum