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