Pinwheel of Death

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Writers Jim Gordon, Rick Grech

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1972

Lyrics SITTING IN A TRANSIT
ALL NIGHT LONG,
PLAYING CLUBS
AND ROCKING RIGHT ON.
THE ROAD'S MUCH TOO LONG
SINCE I'VE BEEN WASTING MY TIME,
WISH I WAS HOME AGAIN
SIPPING MY WINE.

AND I'M GONE, GONE, GONE,
I DON'T CARE.
BECAUSE I'M GONE, GONE, GONE,
I DON'T CARE.
IT'S WHERE I'M FROM,
I'M ON THE ROAD AGAIN.

L.A. TO LONDON
IS A MIGHTY LONG TIME,
EIGHT HOURS FLYING
CAN BRING YOU DOWN
SITTING NEAR A SUIT
WHO'S A RED-NECK GOING,
EYES ARE MOVING
BUT THERE'S NO LIFE SHOWING.

AND I'M GONE, GONE, GONE,
I DON'T CARE.
BECAUSE I'M GONE, GONE, GONE,
I DON'T CARE.
IT'S WHERE I'M FROM,
I'M ON THE ROAD AGAIN.

NOW THAT I'M HOME AGAIN
THINGS ARE MUCH BETTER,
BIDING MY TIME
WITH MY LITTLE GO GETTER.
NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY,
NO MATTER WHAT THEY DO,
GONNA END UP IN THE MIDDLE
OF THAT ROCK AND ROLL STEW.

AND I'M GONE, GONE, GONE,
I DON'T CARE.
BECAUSE I'M GONE, GONE, GONE,
I DON'T CARE.
IT'S WHERE I'M FROM,
I'M ON THE ROAD AGAIN.