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]
Bm
And I'm sick to death of the dicks on the left
Being just as nasty as the dicks on the right
Am G C G C G C
While the dicks in the middle haven't got a clue
Bm
Everybody is a dick green, blue, yellow or red
Am
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.