To the tune of "Big Yellow Taxi", with apologies to Joni Mitchell
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot
if that's what it takes to make all the wild suffering stop
the pain it only grows and grows
until we boil it up in our pot
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot
we'll take all the creatures and put 'em in a simulation
where there's no pain or death or starvation
oh! the pain it only grows and grows
until we boil it up in our pot
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot
hey all you people put away decision theory
i don't care about max utils if we can't end suffering, please!
the pain it only grows and grows
until we boil it up in our pot
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot
late last night I heard 'bout a brand new plan
a big yellow tractor's gonna clear away all the land
oh! the pain it only grows and grows
until we boil it up in our pot
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot
I wrote it with the Bob Dylan cover in my head more than the original.
It doesn't scan perfectly on purpose so that some of the syllables have to be "squished" to fit the time and make the song sound "sloppy" like the original and many covers of it do.
In case it's not obvious, it's meant to be a "ha ha only serious" anthem for negative utilitarians
To the tune of "Big Yellow Taxi", with apologies to Joni Mitchell
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot
if that's what it takes to make all the wild suffering stop
the pain it only grows and grows
until we boil it up in our pot
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot
we'll take all the creatures and put 'em in a simulation
where there's no pain or death or starvation
oh! the pain it only grows and grows
until we boil it up in our pot
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot
hey all you people put away decision theory
i don't care about max utils if we can't end suffering, please!
the pain it only grows and grows
until we boil it up in our pot
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot
late last night I heard 'bout a brand new plan
a big yellow tractor's gonna clear away all the land
oh! the pain it only grows and grows
until we boil it up in our pot
we'll pave paradise and put up a parking lot