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