I was the cleaning man   I was the cleaning man   Listened to the radio play 'Cowgirl in the Sand'   When I was the cleaning man      I was the cleaning man   After everyone had come   To talk and drink and dance   I could see the evening scene reflecting in the cans      Now echoes of the empty room return with loneliness   And in the darkness of the night   I take the devil's hand   When I was the cleaning man      I was death's hand   I was heroin   To somebody I shouldn't have been      I was heroin   I was death's hand   I was the thief who stole all those women and men   I stood at the funerals of relatives and friends   And like a Midas eye wishing my greed and curse would end      When I was the cleaning man   When I was the cleaning man   When I was the cleaning man