Ciudadano Cero

I know what they're saying about our friend
All the newspapers
You are wasting
Your time with me, Mr. Commissioner

He was one of those individuals who stay silent
To avoid making noise, a frequent loser
Of so many battles that oblivion wins

I never ask my clients
For personal information, they pay me and that's it

So many people pass through these hostels!
He never gave the slightest cause for alarm
Mr. Commissioner, no one imagined
That he hid a weapon inside the closet

Zero citizen
What dark reason made you come out of the hole?
Always without an umbrella, always at the mercy of the downpour

It was all over when the cops arrived
That morning he decided the time had come

He opened the window, thinking that a lesson was needed
He loaded the shotgun, put on his jacket
Thinking about the photos

He made a salad
Of blood, seasoned with broken glass
Left a limping cat and a one-eyed Volkswagen
With a shot in a headlight; he had a good aim
Seventeen dead in thirty shots

As they put him in a milk van
Finally arrested, he now said
The whole of Spain will know my two surnames