"One O'Clock Whistle" lyrics - AGAINST NATURE

In the distance, sirens
Jump at this dead hour
Wild-eyed,
I am too much in the sun
Willed beyond my power

A little more than kin, straw sins

In the rainy season
Closed despite the sun
A clarion to call me home
My fingers going numb

Every Monday, run away

I'll stand in these four corners
Though hell itself should gape
I'll cross it, though it blast me
And walk right through the gate