That house is full of opposites
A mother’s love, a daddy’s fists
A child with epileptic fits
Who suffers twofold when it hits
One more thing he won’t abide
The school bus picks her up at eight
Clothes that hide her battered state
Her mother watching from the gate
Another victim of his hate
Abused herself and terrified
I’m not the kind of neighbor
To look the other way
It's time to turn this predator into prey
Well in Vietnam I learned to fight
So when the setting’s right
As he steps out to take a smoke at night
I’ll be there out of sight
A boning knife in my left hand
What lurks in suburbia
Evil camouflaged too well
I draw that blade up to its throat
Send it straight to hell
I’m not the kind of neighbor
To look the other way
It's time to turn this predator
....into prey
....prey
....prey
....prey
I’m not the kind of neighbor
To look the other way
It's time to turn this predator....
‘Cause I am not the kind of man
To let this slide
Now he can be the one
In a predator's sights
I’m not the kind of neighbor
To look the other way
It's time to turn this predator....
