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