I'll start! for me, it's "Does anyone know/where the love of God goes/When the waves turn the minutes to hours" from The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, by Gordon Lightfoot.
I’ll forfeit my standing in heaven to know
What it is, to be your daughter and your whore
From Lies, off of The Flowers of Robert Mapplethorpe, by Patricia Taxxon
The entire album is a raw as hell exploration of self loathing and sexuality as written and sung by an autistic dog girl.