Little Lies

Within months, Ariel/Julia/duped voters realize their mistake, and wish they had voted for Romney instead.  Still, unable to take responsibility for their actions, and fearful of retribution in the form of drones, they sing this song (mostly) by Fleetwood Mac:
 

 If I could turn the page

 In time then I'd rearrange just a month or four

 Close my, close my, close my eyes

 But I couldn't find a way

 So I'll settle for a way to believe in four years more

 Tell me, tell me, tell me lies

(Chorus)

 Tell me lies

 Tell me sweet little lies

 (Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)

 Oh, no, no you can't disguise

 (You can't disguise, no you can't disguise)

 Tell me lies

 Tell me sweet little lies

 You promised more transparency

 But your backroom deals have doomed the economy

 Close my, close my, close my eyes

 No more White House Tours

 But we’re better off just blaming the other guys

 Tell me, tell me, tell me lies

 (Chorus)

 If I could turn the page

 In time then I'd rearrange just a month or four

 Close my, close my, close my eyes

 But I couldn't find a way

 So I'll settle for a way to believe in four years more

 Tell me, tell me, tell me lies

 (Chorus)