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