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
 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
 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

 The future is medieval
 The future is medieval