Write me a rock song about getting chicken dinners

[Intro – fast power chord riff, snare roll] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – gritty guitar, steady bassline] Hodge barks the drop, we hit the ground running Border Patrol’s already gunning, targets stunning Arrow bolts off, chasing a fight he shouldn’t start Swamp Donkey fumbles, backpack slung, doing his part [Pre-Chorus – building guitar strums, rising drum intensity] We’re chasing ten in a row, no room to fall Bush to bush, we crawl, waiting for the call Foreskin grip still eludes our desperate hands Vaajicle hums, we hit the dirt, make our stand [Chorus – full band blast, group shout-along vocals] Ten short dinners in a row, that’s the goal we chase Hodge leads the way, we’re in this rat race Border Patrol’s clearing paths, Arrow’s off the track Swamp Donkey’s level four, never cutting slack [Verse 2 – punchy guitar riffs, snare fills] Hodge’s prone, staring through the stubble, scanning the haze Swamp Donkey trips over a rock, starts to phase Arrow’s in a scrap, yelling for backup we can’t send Border Patrol picks off three, makes the whole mess mend [Pre-Chorus – layered guitars, faster drum beat] We’re chasing ten in a row, no room to fall Bush to bush, we crawl, waiting for the call Foreskin grip still eludes our desperate hands Vaajicle hums, we hit the dirt, make our stand [Chorus – amplified guitar, gang vocals, crashing cymbals] Ten short dinners in a row, that’s the goal we chase Hodge leads the way, we’re in this rat race Border Patrol’s clearing paths, Arrow’s off the track Swamp Donkey’s level four, never cutting slack [Bridge – stripped-back guitar, spoken-word style vocals] Hodge says “I got a mini” with a cocky grin Swamp Donkey blinks, asks “but what do you have for a gun?” We all burst out laughing, till a shot rings loud Border Patrol takes the shot, silences the crowd [Guitar Solo – blistering distorted riffs, fast fretwork] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – maximum energy, layered vocals, heavy drum crashes] Ten short dinners in a row, we’re almost there Face deep in a bush, we don’t care Long game dinner’s on the line, blood flowing right We’re gonna take that win, make the night [Outro – fading guitar, final snare hit] Ten dinners down, we cheer and shout Another round, we’re heading out