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
E 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 E
Move along son, don't you know?
A
You're preaching to the converted
D
You might as well go home
E
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
E D
I bet you can't resist it
A
Nobody's got any good Red songs anymore
D A E D
And Billy Bragg's gone fishing in his four by four
[Chorus]
D E
Move along son, don't you know?
A
You're preaching to the converted
D
You might as well go home
E
Move along son, don't you know?
A
You're preaching to the converted.
[Bridge]
C#m
And I'm sick to death of the dicks on the left
Being just as nasty as the dicks on the right
Bm A D A D A D
While the dicks in the middle haven't got a clue
C#m
Everybody is a dick green, blue, yellow or red
Bm
Get a bit of power and it goes straight to your head
So take your spin and your need to win
A E D
And stick it up your bum
A E D
And wiggle it around while it's up there
A E D
That's your brain stuck on your thumb
[Chorus]
D E
Move along son, don't you know?
A
You're preaching to the converted
D
You might as well go home
E
Move along son, don't you know?
A
You're preaching to the converted.
[Outro]
E A
Preaching to the converted
E A
Preaching to the converted.