My vote goes to Bob Dylan's "Masters of War"

Come, you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But to build and destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can't be won But you want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you sit back and watch While the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled The fear to bring children Into this world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn? You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question: Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could? I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death will come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

You?

I'm going to go with Orden Ogan - The Step Away.

too brief to know my name i wander the roads of this life too weak to say "i'll quit this game" - so-called-feelings are holding me tight because fear replaces your wishes and solid mind and likely embraces your soul and dries your tears but finally it's me that i see in the mirror - a friend of mine and finally i can drop my fancy dress and live for the first and last time and finally i'm becoming by leaving this world behind and finally i can say "i quit this game" instead of flowing down so blind and finally i can drop my fancy dress and live for the first and last time and finally i'm becoming by leaving this world behind and finally i can say "i quit this game" instead of flowing down so blind

Misfits - Bullet

President's bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, Johnny ride
Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete
Ride, Johnny ride

Johnny's wife is floundering
Johnny's wife is scared
Run, Jackie run

Texas is an outrage when your husband is dead
Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head
Texas is the reason that the president's dead
You gotta suck, suck, Jackie suck

President's bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, Johnny ride
Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete
Ride, Johnny ride

Texas is an outrage when your husband is dead
Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head
Texas is the reason that the president's dead
You gotta suck, suck, Jackie suck

Arise Jackie O, Jonathon of Kennedy
Well, arise and be shot down
The dirt's gonna be your dessert
My cum be your life source
And the only way to get it
Is to suck or ****
Or be poor and devoid
And masturbate me, masturbate me
Then slurp it from your palm
Like a dry desert soaking up rain
Soaking up sun
Like a dry desert soaking up rain
Soaking up sun

I've always liked this:

Genesis - Land of Confusion

I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

Now did you read the news today
They say the danger's gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
They're burning into the night

*There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
*And not much love to go around
Can't you see this is the land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

Oh Superman where are you now
Everything's gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, men of power
Are losing control by the hour

This is the time, this is the place
So we look for the future
*But there's not much love to go around
Tell me why this is the land of confusion

*This is the world we live in
*And these are the hands we're given
*Use them and let's start trying
*To make it a place worth living in

I remember long ago
Oh when the sun was shining
And the stars were bright all through the night
And the sound of your laughter as I held you tight
So long ago

I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know we'll never keep

*Too many men, there's too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see this is the land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for

This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to

That’s easily one of the most socially conscious pop songs ever written. Good choice.

The newest Iron Maiden album has had my attention for a while, particularly this song:

Iron Maiden - The Legacy

Tell you a thing That you ought to know Two minutes of your time Then on you go Tell tale of the men All dressed in black That most of them Not coming back Sent off to the war To play little games And on their return Can't name no names Some strange yellow gas Has played with their minds Has reddened their eyes Removed all the lies And strange as it sounds Death knows no bounds How many get well Only time will tell Only time will tell [Solo] You lie in your death bed now But what did you bring to the table Brought us only holy sin Utter trust is a deadly thing To the prayer of holy peace We didn't know what was lying underneath So how could we be such fools And to think that we thought you the answer I can't begin to understand in all the lies But on your death bed I can see it in you eyes Just as clear as all the sweat upon your brow It really makes sense I can see it clearly now Tangled up in a web of lies Could have been a way to prophesise Unaware of the consequence Not aware of the secrets that you kept Nothing that we could believe To reveal the facade of faceless men Not a thing that we could foresee Now a sign that would tell us the outcome You had us all strung out with Promises of peace But all along you cover plan was to deceive Can it put to rights now only time will tell Your prophecies will send us all to hell as well Left to all our golden sons All to pick up on the peace You could have given all of them A little chance... at least Take the world to a better place Given them all just a little hope Just think what a legacy You know... will leave [Solo] We seem destinated to live in fear And some that would say Armageddon is near But where there's a life while there's hope That man won't self destruct Why can't we treat our fellow men With more respect and a shake of their hands But anger and loathing is rife The death on all sides is Becoming a way of life We live in an uncertain world Fear understanding and ignorance Is leading to death Only the corpses are left For vultures that prey on their bones But some are just not wanting peace Their whole life is death and misery The only thing that they know Fight fire with fire life is cheap But if they do stop to think That man is teetering right on the brink But do you think that they care They benefit from death and pain and despair

Tool's Right in Two get's my vote.

Originally Posted by Lyrics Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused. Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around? Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys, Where there's one you're bound to divide it. Right in two. Angels on the sideline, Baffled and confused. Father blessed them all with reason. And this is what they choose. And this is what they choose... Monkey killing monkey killing monkey Over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs, They forge a blade, And where there's one they're bound to divide it, Right in two. Right in two. Monkey killing monkey killing monkey. Over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs. They make a club. And beat their brother, down. How they survive so misguided is a mystery. Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here. Cut it all right in two Cut it all right in two Cut it all right in two Cut it all right in two Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky They fight over lies, over blood, over anger and rage, Fight over love, over sun, over night, they fight till they die, over one, for their lives beginning. Angels on the sideline again. Been so long with patience and reason. Angels on the sideline again Wondering when this tug of war will end. Cut it all right in two Cut it all right in two Cut it all right in two RIGHT IN TWO! Right in two...

Bittersweet Symphony's clearly the best.

Originally Posted by The Verve 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Trying to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah No change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change But I'm here in my mind I am here in my mind But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mind No, no, no, no, no, no, no,no,no,no,no,no(fading away) Well I never pray But tonight I'm on my knees yeah I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now No change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change But I'm here in my mind I am here in my mind And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mind No, no, no, no, no, no, no I can't change I can't change it 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Trying to make ends meet Trying to find some money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah You know I can't change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change But I'm here in my mind I am here in my mind And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mind No, no, no, no, no I can't change my mind no, no, no, no, no, I can't change Can't change my body, no, no, no I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down Been down Ever been down Ever been down Ever been down Ever been down That you've ever been down That you've ever been down

Orenda Fink - Invisible ones guard the gate

Something's happened, now you're far away You had to leave, no time to explain I call, a brother said, "Mother's gone" The Ripper had came and took her off I asked, "Will she be in heaven above? A roof over my shoulder like a carrier dove?" He said, "One, two, three, four, There ain't no devil, there ain't no lord. Five, six, seven, eight, Only love, only hate." I went to a preacher to seek the truth The wisest man that I knew The preacher had fallen, he's coloured too He slept with a bottle, his face unshown He looked at me with bloodshed eyes A beaten man can tell no lies He said, "Prophets, pimps, angels, whores, There ain't no devil, there ain't no lord. Money grows to fill the preacher's bank He saves your soul for himself to take." I travelled the world to understand The words he spoke were no man's I came to an island of beauty and pain Shimmering souls untamed Now the children, talking bright Sing to me in the night They sing, "One, two, three, four, There ain't no devil, there ain't no lord. Five, six, seven, eight, Invisible ones guard the gate. Invisible ones guard the gate."

Originally Posted by MistaRob Tool's Right in Two get's my vote.

I completely second that.

#2 would be A Silver Mt. Zion's "God Bless Our Dead Marines," I think

They put angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight-up angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair

And no one knew or no one cared
But burning stars lit up their hair
And burning stars lit up their hair
And crawled to heaven on golden stairs

And oh, how we to and fro, to and fro, to and fro
Oh, how we to and fro, to and fro, to and fro
Oh, how we to and fro, to and fro, to and fro
Oh, how we to and fro, to and fro, to and fro

This is our torched estates
We're your sweet mistakes

And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?
And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?

There's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident
Above the burning trees
While somewhere distant, peacefully
Our vulgar leaders sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless our dead marines

The hungry and the hanged
The damaged and the done
Striving 'long this spinning rock
Tumbling past the sun
Get through this life
Without killing anyone
And consider yourself
Golden

Lost a friend to cocaine
Couple friends to smack
Troubled hearts map deserts
And they rarely do come back
Lost a friend to oceans
Lost a friend to hills
Lost a friend to suicide
Lost a friend to pills

Lost a friend to monsters
Lost a friend to shame
Lost a friend to marriage
Lost a friend to blame
Lost a friend to worry
And lost a friend to wealth
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
And then I lost myself

I love my dog
And she loves me
The world's a mess
And so are we
She tumbles long green, muddy fields
Sick with joy and glee
And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams
Whimpering gently

There's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident
Above the burning trees
While somewhere distant, peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless this century

When the world is sick, can't no one be well?
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
When the world is sick, can't no one be well?
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
When the world is sick, can't no one be well?
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
When the world is sick, can't no one be well?
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong

Repeat until end

A Perfect Circle - The Hollow
Run desire run
Sexual being
Run him like a blade
To and through the heart
No conscience
One Motive
Cater to the hollow

Screaming feed me here
Fill me up again
Temporarily p