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