I returned to the States one year afternThe towers returned to the earthnAnd the sabers were drawn from their scabbardsnThey were rattling for all they were worthnAnd I understand how that could happennI don't need to ask anyone whynIt's September and I can't help but think thatnIt looks like the Fourth of JulynnDown on the shores of Lake ErienThey see the political slantnThe pursuit of their happiness promisednBy the stacks of the nuclear plantnNow there's flags flying on every lamp postnRed white and blue 'gainst the skynIt's September and I can't help but think thatnIt looks like the Fourth of JulynnIt's the powers that be pay the pipernIt's the powers that be call the tunenThey want all of us up for the dancingnAll howling away at the moonnBut my ear's to the ground and I'm listeningnI keep watch with a weather eyenIt's September and I can't help but think thatnIt looks like the Fourth of July