Child Of The Jago

This is your nightmare calling
Its the downside of life in the city

Trouble will always find you
Thats the problem with life in the city
Its always a pity

When someone goes under

Ill show you the worst side of life
That you thought was forgotten forever

Its not that its even there
But its always lurking around
Like a child of the Jago
A child of the Jago

Yeah yeah

The citys 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
Youre gone and forgotten

Theres so little symmetry
Between the rooftop pools in the sewer
Its 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 theyre straight out of fiction
Wretched and weather-beaten
With the wind blowing rain in their faces
It always disgraces
The most modern places

Theres 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

The future is medieval

The future is medieval

The future is medieval

The future is medieval