Class of 2019

I think I've got a hunch
That the world's rotating faster lately
I think I'm losing touch
With everyone and everything around me yeah
And you're talking to the last of the class of 2019 yeah
You're talking to the last of the ones who are grounded on their feet
You are the beautiful one
I am the litmus
Has no one ever told you that this is a world for five-fingered folks
It's $2.50 for a dose of plastic death
'Cause you're talking to the last of the class of 2019
You're talking to the last of the aliens
The alien Martians
Lalalalalalalalalala, etc.