What Colour Am I When the Sun and Moon Hang Above Us?

What Colour Am I When the Sun and Moon Hang Above Us? There was an old woman on the bus Coughing like a constipated goat So I turned around in my seat And head-butted her in the fucking throat I awaited the imminent backlash But to my utter surprise and glee All the other passengers Stood up and applauded me! I relished in their praise and delight Quite moved I must confess We all cheered and heartily laughed As the old woman slowly choked to death What Colour Am I When the Sun and Moon Hang Above Us? There was an old woman on the bus Coughing like a constipated goat So I turned around in my seat And head-butted her in the fucking throat I awaited the imminent backlash But to my utter surprise and glee All the other passengers Stood up and applauded me! I relished in their praise and delight Quite moved I must confess We all cheered and heartily laughed As the old woman slowly choked to death