Cold Chisel — Accident Prone

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