Robotic Recycling

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 **** 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