Hanging tree parody

All you, all you

Gulliable pre-teens

You´ll buy any crap

If It involves me

This song is on the charts

And I can barely sing

I won an Oscar

Give me a Grammy

Are you, are you

Looking at the screen

They made four movies

You just needed three

They Peter Jackson-ed it

And stretched it out cha-ching

Cus young adults

Run the economy

We ripped you off

We work behind the scenes

You wanted more Katniss

We want your money

Just like the capitol

Now that´s some irony

Now let´s repackage

This track with a beat

Do you, do you

Have a lozenge for me?

My voice is so hoarse

I´m really struggling

Could someone tag me out

Or bring me some hot tea

Cus I never sung professionally

I´m Lorde, I´m bored

And I also can´t sing

But my producer

Fixes it for me

I am a role model

Because I´m not trashy

I may sound drunk

But I have dignity

We are the last

Hope for humanity

We both are talented marginally

Compared to Kardishians

Miley and Nikki

We the closest things

That you could call classy

Yes, you and you

Are family friendly

You don´t show your ass

Not intentionally

I curse and fart a lot

And sometimes on TV

But we´re J-Lorde

The hero Gotham needs

I´m Un, I ruined

Your stoner comedy

Now I´ll do the same

To Hunger Games part 3 (and ½)

And did you know

President Snow is my homie

We´re going to kill

Your movie industry