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