Rufus Wainwright - Millbrook Lyrics
The boys and girls of millbrookAre on a train from new yorkWearing new hatsShooting the shitDeep in the heart of dutchess county, bountyAnd all the evening breakdownsWill soon be washed from their handsThe next very day,as they make wayEating the apple to the chapel, holyDont even try, theyll get away with murderSure as the rain washes away and brings thunderOh tell me you can see itThe gentle tower risingOver the pines, out of a bookZion mistaken for the state of millbrook