Hall of Infinite Doors

You walk through the gates and work you way down the empty line and you stand next to two small weird looking kids

Oh my goody look a chicken
Keep your money here's a ticket
Hold up keep your kids out here
They too young to play in there
Step right up now strap them in
Lock it tight under his chin
Clamp his arms up to his side
It's gonna be a helly ride
Now if you misplace an item
Psychopathic's sure to find them
If you lose your nugget, yo
Hatchet ain't responsible
Look and wonder if you will
Cause we about to rip and kill
Think about your every sin
As our tilt-a-whirly spins

Your souls just left your body dead and cold