Текст 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

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