Lyrics:

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.