I live at the border between dignity and gravity. In lean times, you stab me for another chance. I keep order by clinging to tension. What am I?

I’m one word hiding two others. Remove my first half and I’m still food. Remove my second half and I become what I mostly am. I’m green where I’m guarded, red where I’m revealed, and named for what fills me, not what flavors me. What am I?

The nose of a truck or car Or a truly million dollar smile, by far These two meanings for me Aren’t nearly as popular as when You fire me up with your choice of Veggies or meat. Sides may include baked beans Or Mac and cheese

When used by some, I am a tool, For those who know their trade in full. When used in certain machinations, My revolutions power nations. When used by those seeking adventure, I'm by their side during their venture.

A slang for breast, I can hold many liquids, I can also be used to make music, or be found in old cartoons with three x's