Sort of a Protest Song - Matthew Good Band

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 sleeping girl

She knows CPR

So I can come back to life

Yeah, I can come back to life

And I’m tired of walking around with my hand on my gun

Tired of watching them wind you up to see if you’ll run

Tonight I’m gonna go out and have me some fun

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

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’m tired of walking around with my hand on my gun

Tired of watching them wind you up to see if you’ll run

Tonight I’m gonna go out and have me some fun

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

I can’t remember 1989

I try but I forget what you look like

Baby, I ain’t dimed

Yet 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

Tired of watching them wind you up to see if you’ll run

Tonight I’m gonna go out and have me some fun

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

Alright

Baby

No pain

No gain