Welcome to the west side where honesty's not required Where things that really matter really don't inspire Where substance is irrelevant, we only deal with style While we stab you in the back, we serve you with a smile Cause we treat you with disrespect, no need to get hostile Don't take it personal, you'll get over it after awhile Where integrity is as fleeting as the wind Although we treat you with contempt, can't we still be friends? Don't take it personal, it's our way of doing business Deception is our mantra, in fact she's our holy mistress I'll stay on the East side where talk is just not words Where people are genuine and have higher standards.
This poem deals with the obvious different moral and philosophical standards between the West and the East side of the State of Washington. The same could be said for the state of Oregon.