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 aint around much anymore

He cant complain, he cant complain
One look and theres no doubt, theres not a damn thing to complain about
Its just a little rain, cant 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 cant complain, she cant complain
She better get those tears off her face, if she wants to stay in this race
Its just a little rain, she cant complain

Heres a letter from my mom and dad
Oh its lovely here dont you dare be sad
Maybe someday youll see greece, maybe someday youll find peace
Itll be the best damn birthday you ever had
And I cant complain, I cant complain
To complain would just be wrong, unless of course you count this song
Its just a little rain, yeah just a little rain, I cant complain