[Verse 1]
The boys and girls of Millbrook
Are on the train from New York
Wearing new hats, shooting the shit
Deep in the heart of Dutchess County, bounty

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
Don't even try
They'll get away with murder
Sure as the rain washes away
And brings thunder

[Verse 4]
Oh, tell me can you see
The gentle tower rising?
Over the pines, out of a book
Zion mistaken for the state of Millbrook