It's the lyrics.


And I came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And I entered through, the curtain hissed
Into the house with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the walls
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning

I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale-bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And it's into the shame
And it's into the guilt
And it's into the fucking fray
And the walls ran red around me
A warm arterial spray


-Papa Won't Leave You, Henry


Nick Cave's songs take a few listens at first, then they just get better and better the more you hear them.