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