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The Parchment Grows Thin

This song is by Richard Thompson and appears on the album Cabaret Of Souls (2012).


The parchment grows thin
So stretched is the skin
It's a wonder any man with eyes would have her
If it wasn't for the rouge
And the lipstick and the shoes
You might as well be kissing a cadaver

(Grympale, Malpensio)

And Death says. You can cheat me
For a while, but never beat me
Come one, come all
Come one, come all

Written by:

Richard Thompson