Verse
B
Well, poverty's bad, war is bad, rascism's bad
E B
Well done have a biscuit.
B
Sing it out loud to the same old crowd
E
If everyone here agrees with me
B
Maybe I should go and sing to the enemies
F# E
But no I don't wanna risk it
B
Don't you ever think that it's all a big waste of time?
E B
Have you ever seen a single person change his mind?
[Chorus]
E F#
Move along son, don't you know?
B
You're preaching to the converted
E
You might as well go home
F#
Move along son, don't you know?
B
You're preaching to the converted.
[Verse 2]
B
Shaking hands, kissing babies, making speeches
E B
If there's a point sorry I missed it
B
Climbing up the ladder where opinion doesn't matter
E
If all my mates believe in me,
B
Maybe I should run the whole country
F# E
I bet you can't resist it
B
Nobody's got any good Red songs anymore
E B F# E
And Billy Bragg's gone fishing in his four by four
[Chorus]
E F#
Move along son, don't you know?
B
You're preaching to the converted
E
You might as well go home
F#
Move along son, don't you know?
B
You're preaching to the converted.
[Bridge]
D#m
And I'm sick to death of the dicks on the left
Being just as nasty as the dicks on the right
C#m B E B E B E
While the dicks in the middle haven't got a clue
D#m
Everybody is a dick green, blue, yellow or red
C#m
Get a bit of power and it goes straight to your head
So take your spin and your need to win
B F# E
And stick it up your bum
B F# E
And wiggle it around while it's up there
B F# E
That's your brain stuck on your thumb
[Chorus]
E F#
Move along son, don't you know?
B
You're preaching to the converted
E
You might as well go home
F#
Move along son, don't you know?
B
You're preaching to the converted.
[Outro]
F# B
Preaching to the converted
F# B
Preaching to the converted.