and after us who cares

what we have sought is what is not allowed
we've cultivated our worst habits and been glad
that we have managed to stay sane not mad
although we constantly require love of the crowd
we've been able to appear humble not too proud
the need for us is much more than a simple fad
we've taken more than others might have had
and kept our heads unbloody although bowed
so much we want so much is there yet to obtain
we've kept ourselves impure in thought and deed
the better to achieve our deepest dark desire
no matter that our profit brings your pain
no matter that you're left with lack and need
what matters is we're singing with the choir