Walking down the street in New York City A seven-piece board read the end of the world is nigh I looked up and saw the burning ass of Scotland Staring to the portholes in the sky But meanwhile we just keep on running Going to the Promenade this Saturday night Divine intervention, it's out of the question Come and dance in the flames, yeah Divine intervention, it's out of the question For the gambling game, for the gambling game Driving down an alley in a run-down part of Hollywood Saw a neon light up a psychic sign And through the gloom I asked her what's my future Well, she threw open death, broke down and cried Tears in her eyes, I kept moving on to Silver Lake To play guitar with a brand new friend of mine, yeah Divine intervention, it's out of the question Come and dance in the flames, yeah Divine intervention, it's out of the question For the gambling game, for the gambling game Divine intervention, it's out of the question Cause the flames are fiction, it's out of the question For the gambling game, for the gambling game Yeah! Oh yeah! Come on! Yeah! When the walls cave in, and the lights go dim And they drag you out again, well Just hope he invites you, into other handouts And going out of the blaze, to be running any faster Cause they're closing us out tonight, going down in the flames, yeah When they drag you to rescue, I hope they do rescue It's a gambling game
