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.