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      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?"      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      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      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      Shine