This is your nightmare calling

It's the downside of life in the city

Trouble will always find you

That's the problem with life in the city

It's always a pity

When someone goes under I'll show you the worst side of life

That you thought was forgotten forever

It's not that it's even there

But it's always lurking around

Like a child of the Jago

A child of the Jago

Yeah yeah The city's a cemetery

And everywhere that you dig is another

Opening up beneath you

And the bad things are pulling you under

And once you go under

You're gone and forgotten There's so little symmetry

Between the rooftop pools in the sewer

It's easy to disappear

When you know that nobody would miss you

Like a child of the Jago

A child of the Jago

Yeah yeah There's always been weary souls

That look like they're straight out of fiction

Wretched and weather-beaten

With the wind blowing rain in their faces

It always disgraces

The most modern places There's always a worse kind of place

Where it would shock even the sick or the twisted

The pocket is there for the picking

On the clothes of the living or just dead

The difference is minor

To a child of the Jago

Yeah yeah The future is medieval

The future is medieval

The future is medieval

The future is medieval

Yeah yeah The future is medieval

The future is medieval

The future is medieval

The future is medieval

Yeah yeah The future is medieval

The future is medieval