Rock song about Hodge, Border Patrol, Arrow, and S

[Intro – catchy guitar riff, snare roll build-up] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – bouncy bassline, sharp guitar strums] Hodge’s thumb taps the map, picks a spot off the grid Says “Stick close, boys, this one’s gonna be big” Plane engines hum as we leap into the blue Our eyes on the prize, that chicken dinner view [Pre-Chorus – rising guitar tension, quick drum fills] Boots hit the dirt, we grab what we can Border Patrol’s already got a plan Arrow’s sprinting off before we even land Swampy Donkey fumbles a pistol, looks like he’s in demand [Chorus – full band blast, gang vocal harmonies] We’re the Chicken Dinner Crew, we don’t play around Hodge calls the shots, we shut the whole town down Border Patrol melts foes with a single round Arrow’s cross-map shots, they never make a sound Swampy Donkey’s trying, even when he’s down We’re gonna take that win, we wear the crown [Verse 2 – playful guitar licks, steady drum beat] Border Patrol’s behind a crate, picking off the pack Every bullet finds a mark, no need to look back Arrow’s perched on a hill, miles from the fray Takes out a sniper, turns the tide of the day [Pre-Chorus – building guitar layers, faster drum pace] Hodge yells “Circle up, the zone’s closing in” Swampy Donkey trips over a rock, falls right in We haul him up, laugh as he wipes off his chin Says “I got this next one”, we just grin [Chorus – amplified band, louder gang vocals] We’re the Chicken Dinner Crew, we don’t play around Hodge calls the shots, we shut the whole town down Border Patrol melts foes with a single round Arrow’s cross-map shots, they never make a sound Swampy Donkey’s trying, even when he’s down We’re gonna take that win, we wear the crown [Interlude – guitar solo, fast and playful, drum solo break] (Instrumental Solo) [Bridge – stripped-back guitar, soft vocals building up] Last three teams left, we huddle in a barn Swampy Donkey holds a grenade, looks like he’s gonna barn Hodge grabs his wrist, says “Wait for my call” Arrow takes out one, Border Patrol takes the next all [Final Chorus – full band explosion, maximum energy] We’re the Chicken Dinner Crew, we don’t play around Hodge calls the shots, we shut the whole town down Border Patrol melts the last foe with a single round Arrow’s cross-map shot seals the final crown Swampy Donkey cheers, he didn’t let us down We got that chicken dinner, we wear the crown [Outro – fading guitar riff, final drum crash] We high-five and laugh, another win in the books Chicken dinner taste sweet, no matter how it looks