Accident Prone - Cold Chisel

I remember her touch, the electrified air

Like a sweet Cohiba, forbidden and rare

But some men need what they never can own

I never stole nothin' that didn’t come by

With the twisting fortunes of the accident prone

Accidental gunfire on an alien plain unknown

Accidental doorways in the afternoon rain

I’m accident prone

Yeah, I’m accident prone

I have seen what a bullet can do

They call me lucky, and it may be true

But I say, «No, I’m just accident prone»

Accidental contact with a foreigner’s eyes alone

Accidental gunfire and a young man dies

I’m accident prone

Yeah, I’m accident prone

I may have pulled the trigger

I may have seen the flash

Maybe I hit the highway

Maybe we split the cash

Come ye who make the jury

Let fall the stone

What must be, will be

And we travel alone