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