Black Hole of Calcutta

I live in the black hole of Calcutta
With a hundred British soldiers of the eastern company
And I hope the rain falls in the gutter
To wash away this misery

I worked for the empire like a devil
From Canada, to Johannesburg, all the way to Singapore
A ton of dirt has been hoisted with this shovel
But I won't be digging anymore

Please, dear God, give me air to breathe
Let the sweat from the bodies feed my thirst
'Cause me and the boys are going down fast
In the black hole of Calcutta

Please dear God give me air to breathe
Let the sweat from the bodies feed my thirst
'Cause me and the boys are going down fast
In the black hole of Calcutta.

I live in the black hole of Calcutta
With a hundred British soldiers of the eastern company
And I hope the rain falls in the gutter
To wash away this misery