Space Tunnel

Space tunnel up ahead, a purple haired grandmother might be dead.

She's wearing lipstick, sunglasses too, oh lord I know this can't be true.

Don't you feed on my brain like it's only a game.

Don't you feed on my brain, don't you do it again.

Space tunnel in my head, a purple haired old lady might be dead.

She's wearing lipstick, sunglasses too, oh lord I know this can't be true.