This is your nightmare calling It's the downside of life in the city Trouble will always find you That's the problem of life in the city It's always a pity That someone goes under
I'll show you the worse side of life That you thought was forgotten forever It's not that it's evil there But it's always lurking around Like a child of the Jago A child of the Jago Yeah yeah
The city's a cemetary Everywhere that you dig is another Open it up beneath you And the bad things are pulling you under And once you go under You're gone and forgotten
Some of the 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
Theres 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 In most modern places
There's always a worse kind of place Where it will shock even the sick and the twisted Pocket is there for the picking And the clothes are for living on church day 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