Brooklyn Apartment (It's Louder Than the TV and the Radio) (布鲁克林公寓（比电视和收音机声音还吵闹）) - Meg Mac

Oh it's someone's birthday

And someone's praying for the day they find the one

Mama's home again

But no one's waiting by the door to help you get in

Screaming baby oh screaming baby

I don't want it

I wish someone good could take it

A home in you is nothing like a home in me

And it's louder than the TV and the radio

No one's moving in or out I gotta go

Cause a home in you is nothing like a home in me

No one's laughing

Oh but this kid is trying so hard

They're home alone again

And the old man's angry all the time about the yelling

You're dying

Oh I'm hearing when you're crying

Why am I hurting

A home in you is nothing like a home in me

A home in you is nothing like a home in me

You're coming to a home near you

That you know so well

Can you hear the people

That you didn't know so well

And did you-u-u

And did ya-a-a

And did you-u-u

And did ya-a-a

And did you-u-u

And did ya-a-a

And did you-u-u

And did ya-a-a

But it's louder than the TV and the radio

No one's moving in or out I gotta go

A home in you is nothing like a home in me

A home in you is nothing like a home in me

Well a home in you is nothing like a home in me