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