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dull as dirt
you canīt 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,
"Whatīs my motivation?"
and try as you may, there isnīt 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 īem wonder what youīve got
make īem wish that they were not
on the outside looking bored
shine
let it shine before all men
letīem see good works, and then
let īem glorify the Lord
out of the shaker and onto the plate
it isnīt Karma
it sure ainīt 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 arenīt happy)
but out of the glare
with nowhere to turn
you ainīt gonna learn it on "Whatīs My Line?"
