I Can’t Help It, If I’m Lucky

Just quoting a lyric from the weekend, no hidden meaning.

Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can’t help it, if I’m lucky.

Blood on the Tracks is a monstrously fantastico piece of work. [Liner notes]