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