Cleaning Man

I was the cleaning man

I was the cleaning man

Listened to the radio play 'Cowgirl in the Sand'

When I was the cleaning manI was the cleaning man

After everyone had come

To talk and drink and dance

I could see the evening scene reflecting in the cansNow 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 manI was death's hand

I was heroin

To somebody I shouldn't have beenI 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 endWhen I was the cleaning man

When I was the cleaning man

When I was the cleaning man