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Executive bin men out on the estate, all bad recyclers awaiting their fate
Colour coded bins for recycling your waste, only pre sorted rubbish “here” can be placed
Newspaper in this bin, glass bottles in that, don't mix them together, you ignorant twat
We are the council and you can't mess with we, one look in your dustbins and what do we see
Glass mixed with newspaper and cardboard with tin, lazy recycling, the cardinal sin
Your rubbish must stay till it's sorted correct, pass this bin by, we will look in the next
All bad recyclers, trash Mafia has vowed, mash mixing your rubbish, no longer allowed
Only clean rubbish is moved from the street, this helps to keep our recycle plant neat
The days of the landfill, a thing of the past, there's a new world order and we are the cast
Only clean rubbish is the name of the game and rubbish in each bin must all be the same
Don't mix newspaper with metal or tin, when it goes through our pulp rollers, it makes a loud din
The day of the fine, it has come to the set, all bad recyclers will live to regret
Colour coded rubbish, perfectly clean, colour coded rubbish, an idyll dream
Robotic citizens, pre sorting the trash, recycle correct or feel the back lash
We won't move your rubbish, if it's not bespoke, we have looked in your bin, we have give it a poke
Executive bin men out on the estate, bowler hat bin men with clipboard and slate
We have made our decision, we have looked in your bin, your rubbish is dirty, it will have to stay in

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