That hurdy-gurdy player his strings all tied up in knots 'round that clown with the silly face. That clown with the sillysilly face, his eyes all popped out and scary, his lips all pulled back in a grimace of delight.

So choke me. So choke me. So choke me again he cackles and so that hurdy-gurdy player winds the lever back and back again and back and back again until tickets lose their ink and the bearded lady coos in her bassinet and the death march and the death march and the death march turns in upon itself to explode in multifaceted light.