I Hear the Trumpet Calling

I hear the trumpet calling all the souls
To bathe in trumpery for all their sins
And take the trump to make sure each one wins.

Each digs around to find the frigid coals
That will not warm the water in tin bins
To bathe in trumpery for all their sins
And take the trump to make sure each one wins.

Now each will have to pay the others' tolls
But find they carry only empty tins
As each are kept out of the warmest inns---
 I hear the trumpet calling all the souls
To bathe in trumpery for all their sins
And take the trump to make sure each one wins.