Preaching To The Converted Cifras

[Verse 1]
A
Well, poverty's bad, war is bad, rascism's bad
     D           A
Well done have a biscuit.
A
Sing it out loud to the same old crowd
                  D
If everyone here agrees with me
                                     A
Maybe I should go and sing to the enemies
         E           D
But no I don't wanna risk it
                                                  A
Don't you ever think that it's all a big waste of time?
D                                            A
Have you ever seen a single person change his mind?
 
[Chorus]
     D                    E
Move along son, don't you know?
                         A
You're preaching to the converted
                    D
You might as well go home
                          E
Move along son, don't you know?
                        A
You're preaching to the converted.
 
[Verse 2]
A
Shaking hands, kissing babies, making speeches
             D           A
If there's a point sorry I missed it
A
Climbing up the ladder where opinion doesn't matter
                D
If all my mates believe in me,
                             A
Maybe I should run the whole country
          E           D
I bet you can't resist it
                                A
Nobody's got any good Red songs anymore
D                                     A    E  D
And Billy Bragg's gone fishing in his four by four
 
[Chorus]
     D                    E
Move along son, don't you know?
                         A
You're preaching to the converted
                    D
You might as well go home
                          E
Move along son, don't you know?
                        A
You're preaching to the converted.
 
[Bridge]
        C#m
And I'm sick to death of the dicks on the left
 
Being just as nasty as the dicks on the right
          Bm                                A    D A D A D
While the dicks in the middle haven't got a clue
C#m
Everybody is a dick green, blue, yellow or red
Bm
Get a bit of power and it goes straight to your head
 
So take your spin and your need to win
    A        E       D
And stick it up your bum
    A         E                 D
And wiggle it around while it's up there
            A     E             D
That's your brain stuck on your thumb
 
[Chorus]
     D                    E
Move along son, don't you know?
                         A
You're preaching to the converted
                    D
You might as well go home
                          E
Move along son, don't you know?
                        A
You're preaching to the converted.
 
 
[Outro]
E                A
Preaching to the converted
E                A
Preaching to the converted.
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