VERSE 1: dull as dirt, you can't assert 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.
VERSE 2: 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?"