Write me a rock song about getting chicken dinners

[Intro – crunchy guitar riff, pounding snare] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – steady rhythm guitar, foot-tapping bass] Hodge barks the call, we lock in tight Landing zone picked, we hit the site Border Patrol’s already locking on a target Arrow’s sprinting off, acting like a maverick [Pre-Chorus – building guitar tension, rising cymbals] Swamp Donkey’s hauling that level four pack Tripping over roots, but he’s never slack We scan the tree line, eyes peeled wide Chasing that win, side by side [Chorus – full band blast, catchy melody] We’re the chicken dinner crew, rolling four deep Bush to bush, where the shadows creep Foreskin grip we’re dying to find Vajicle’s coming, hit the cover, hide Hodge prone staring through stubble Swamp Donkey’s trying, never in trouble We fight through the chaos, we stick to the plan Chicken dinner’s ours, as far as we can [Verse 2 – playful guitar licks, bouncy drum beat] Border Patrol drops three before we hit the ground Arrow’s off in the hills, making a sound Swamp Donkey fumbles his reload, but he keeps his head up Hodge yells “stay low” as we duck the next cup [Pre-Chorus – amped-up guitar, faster drum pace] We’re digging through crates, looking for that grip Vajicle’s hum makes our hearts skip Arrow’s radio blares, he’s in a bind We book it to his side, leaving our hide [Chorus – layered vocals, soaring guitar solo tease] We’re the chicken dinner crew, rolling four deep Bush to bush, where the shadows creep Foreskin grip we’re dying to find Vajicle’s coming, hit the cover, hide Hodge prone staring through stubble Swamp Donkey’s trying, never in trouble We fight through the chaos, we stick to the plan Chicken dinner’s ours, as far as we can [Bridge – stripped-back guitar, conversational vocal tone] Hodge says “I got a mini” with a grin Swamp Donkey blinks, asks “but what do you have for a gun?” Border Patrol snorts, takes out a foe Arrow runs in, yells “let’s go, let’s go” [Solo – blistering distorted guitar, driving drum backing] (Instrumental Solo) [Final Chorus – full band, maximum energy, crowd sing-along vibe] We’re the chicken dinner crew, rolling four deep Face down in the bush, where the enemies sleep Foreskin grip finally in hand Vajicle’s passed, we take our stand Hodge prone staring through stubble Swamp Donkey’s cheering, no more trouble We fight through the chaos, we stuck to the plan Chicken dinner’s ours, yeah we took the land [Outro – fading guitar, playful vocal ad-lib] We high-five the screen, grinning wide Chicken dinner crew, we’re on the ride