The boys are standing in the road,
hitting rocks with sticks.
The men are building tiny shacks
out of muddy bricks.
The women are covered head to toe,
and dare not show their face.
It's a hundred and seventen degrees,
in this godsforsaken place.
Christmas in a cavern,
with the Achmed-family.
No one gtes a present,
no one has a tree.
It's rocks and dirt, and rocks and dirt,
as far as the eye can see.
Christmas in a cavern,
with the Achmed-family.
The people here are terrified,
so they don't misbeheave.
They quietly tend the poppy fields,
and go home to their caves.
There's no running water,
no phones to make a call,
the children all play soccer,
with a goats head for a ball.
Christmas in a cavern,
with the Achmed-family.
There's no christmas lights,
because there's no electrisity.

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