The Honeypot Lyrics

(Now, from the top of the hour, from the back of their record;
Clocking in at number wonderful on our infinite countdown,
It's the honeypot)

It's 7.9hz or bust people
I stuck a telescopic lens in my door peephole
Melt perceptions with a blow torch and love beams
'Cause love seems to genie wish
Love teams to wildest dreams
Welding the C:/

Enthusiasm paramount
Resolder circuits
Do the right thing and make it count

(It's been our immaculate pleasure to oscillate with all of you
Reporting live from the symbiotic always
Be the strange you want to see in the world
And love)