Wainwright Rufus - Millbrook lyrics

The boys and girls of Millbrook

Are on a train from New York

Wearing new hats

Shooting the shit

Deep in the heart of Dutchess County, Bounty

And all the evening breakdowns

Will soon be washed from their hands

The next very day, as they make way

Eating the apple to the chapel, Holy

Don't even try, they'll get away with murder

Sure as the rain washes away and brings thunder

Oh tell me you can see it

The gentle tower rising

Over the pines, out of a book

Zion mistaken for the state of Millbrook