Dull as dirt
You can't assert
The kinda 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'd make an eskimo renounce fur
That'd make a vegetarian barbeque hamster
Unless you can trace this about-face to a certain Sign

Shine
Make 'em wonder whatcha 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'd make a deadhead sell his van
That'd 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'd 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?"

Shine
Make 'em wonder whatcha 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

Shine