Sort Of A Protest Song

I can't remember 1989

I can't remember what you look like

Cause I was dimed

Wasn't the whole world at the time?

A robot heart for my sleep in girl

She knows CPR so I can come back to life

Ya I can come back to life

I had me a vision

I was a fireman in a time of fires

And I was paralyzed

A robot heart for a theme park world

Whatever keeps us alive

Whatever keeps claim to us being civilized

I can't remember 1989

I try but I forget what you look like

Baby I ain't dimed

But ya, it still keeps me up at night

A Robot heart for a robot boy

who dreamed he was a lion

Our lives in these empty spaces aside

I'm tired of walking around with my hand on my gun

I'm tired of watching them wind you up to see if you'll run

Tonight I'm going to go out and have me some fun

I'm tired of walking around here with my hand on my gun

baby, no pain, no gain