"Vultures Of Christmas" lyrics

The ads on the telly show homesteads
With fairy lights glowing inside
And when I hear my doorbell ringing
I look for somewhere to hide
Well, I know that the neighbours are talking
And I know what they all like to say
They say, "That one has nothing to her name"
Now they're trying to take it away

'Cus you can't pay the rent with a candle
You can't build a house from a flame
You can't expect somethin' from nothin'
And you can't expect different from the same

You better keep up your a-payments
It's the bit they don't want you to see
Now I'm sayin', "My daughter is trouble"
But I know the real trouble is me
Too much wine, too much vodka
And the tears are starting to run
I won't see the face of my daughter
When she finds out what I've done

'Cus you can't pay the rent with a candle
You can't build a house with a flame
You can't expect somethin' from nothin'
You can't expect different from the same

On Christmas Day it was snowin'
And the house was as quiet as can be
The neighbours outside are still talkin'
Saying, "How in the hell can this be?"
Now the daughter will stay at her uncle's
And the banks all have nothing to say
But the Vultures of Christmas had got her
She was buried on Stephen's Day