Dull as dirt
You can´t $$#ert the kind of light
That might persuade

A strict dictator to retire
Fire the army
Teach the poor origami

The truth is in
The proof is when
You hear your heart start asking,

"What´s my motivation?"



And try as you may, there isn´t a way
To explain the kind of change
That would make an Eskimo renounce fur

That would make a vegetarian barbecue hamster
Unless you can trace this about-face
To a certain sign...


Chorus
Shine

Make ´em wonder what you´ve got
Make ´em wish that they were not
On the outside looking bored

Shine
Let it shine before all men
Let´em see good works, and then

Let ´em glorify the Lord

Out of the shaker and onto the plate

It isn´t Karma
It sure ain´t fate
That would make a Deadhead sell his van

That would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons
Oprah freaks
And science seeks a rationale

That shall excuse
This strange behavior


When you let it shine
You will inspire
The kind of entire turnaround

That would make a bouncer take ballet
(even bouncers who aren't happy)
But out of the glare

With nowhere to turn
You ain´t gonna learn it on "What´s My Line?"




Lyrics: Steve Taylor / Music: Peter Furler

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