Richard Thompson - The Parchment Grows Thin Lyrics

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