change my first and i'm what you do on your phone, day in and day out change my second and give me a bucket change my third and set the table on me altogether i'll guide you when you're lost.

a tyrant may rule with my fist while those with my will will persist a maiden or man or cast in a pan as a lung, stomach, heart i exist.

From the wall, I sing a liquid song, Turning left or right, where I belong. A twist of a wrist, I start to flow, In kitchens and baths, I bring you H Two O.

Tiny teeth that meet and greet, I can bite your skin or be discreet. Up I go, down I glide, I’m the line where fabric worlds collide!

A good hand A bad tone A level surface And a porcelain throne