Written by Kevin Bacon

"Actually, I can, and do, and will continue to." KB

He jack of all trades master of none

Seen down the barrel of a teenagers gun

Puts on his makeup in the a.m., pretends to cry, for that they pay him

And his best friend held his head on the night they
thought that he was dead

On the dirty, dirty kitchen floor, but he ain't around much anymore

He can't complain, he can't complain

One look and there's no doubt, there's not a damn thing to complain about

It's just a little rain, can't complain

She run run run run run from the east

She run run run run run to escape the beast

Cuts her hair and change her name

Into her life a child came

Helped her escape her past, they all said it would not last

But he took every bit of trust, and he ground it into dust

But she can't complain, she can't complain

She better get those tears off her face, if she wants to stay in this race

It's just a little rain, she can't complain

Here's a letter from my mom and dad

Oh it's lovely here don't you dare be sad

Maybe someday you'll see Greece, maybe someday you'll find peace

It'll be the best damn birthday you ever had

And I can't complain, I can't complain

To complain would just be wrong, unless of course you count this song

It's just a little rain, yeah just a little rain, I can't complain