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 kinda change
that would make an
eskimo renounce fur
that would 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 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 arent 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
Newsboys
Lyrics: Steve Taylor / Music: Peter Furler
© 1994 Ariose Music (a division of Star Song Communications, admin. by Gaither Copyright Management), Warner Alliance Music & Soylent Tunes
