The Deep The Young Dubliners

Slap me on the face
Tryna' wake me from my great illusion
I've been thinkin' I've been winnin'
Then I stop and find I'm more losin'

And now it cuts to the bone
I'm alone

Here's to the winners
You've taken it all
Now you've got it, can you make it last?
Signed, sealed, delivered
There's no turnin' back
But you'll never get away from the past

Say you justify the means
When the end is all you ever wanted
You left your blood, sweat, tears
And all you got was broken-hearted

And now you're losing your mind
And there is nothing inside

Here's to the winners
You've taken it all
Now you've got it, can you make it last?
Signed, sealed, delivered
There's no turnin' back
But you'll never get away from the past