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 cemetery

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

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

In most modern places

There's always a worse kind of place

Where it will shock even the sick and the twisted

The 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

The future is medieval

The future is medieval