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