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