"The bakers they all wept,
Their money was too fried,
Spent their lives caged and guised,
So they could bring the blood to people's eyes,
Those rocks went straight to their eyes you know,
They wonder how long they can keep their highs guised,
'Fore they do somethin' stupid and get more fried,
While all the children at home wept,
Boy that was a lovely rock,
Plucked firm from a fallen angel's flame,
'course they can't play this game forever,
They're not ready for the day they'll be named,
This rock's yet to be named they say,
But they're callin' it the Dead Game,
'cause it gives you the shivers you would posses,
From cutting an animal's flame,
His pupils were glowin' red,
Rocks an' pills lined his tongue,
He smilled and pointed to the gun,
You are never too young,
You are never too young,
As the blue poured in,
He almost bit his tongue,
Held a gun to his pulse,
You are never too young,"
This wasn't inspired by true events, obviously. Almost none of the songs from this era are, save for a choice few. I was trying to go for a Freak Folk vibe with a dark little story about a drug cook shooting himself before he can get arrested on a bust. The story is told from a demon/Satan's perspective.
'Dead Game' is a drug that gives people the feeling of having first killed a deer. While I have not done so personally I can probably assume that feeling is probably what a lot of hunters chase to replicate. It's a fictional drug but who's to say it isn't possible to make exist?