American cheese is a type of processed cheese. It can be orange, yellow, or white in color, is mild, salty, and faintly sweet in flavor, has a medium-firm consistency, and has a very low melting point.
Very early in its history, American cheese was only white in color—as it was made from a blend of cheeses (most often including cheddar cheese) which were originally only white. However, the later versions are often a yellow hue due to the addition of annatto, a sweet and nutty seasoning added to cheddar and to colby so that by the late 1800s American cheese was often simply called "yellow cheese."
Today’s American cheese is, by law, required to be manufactured from at least 2 types of cheese. Because its manufacturing process differs from "unprocessed"/raw/natural cheeses, American cheese can not be legally sold under the name (authentic) "cheese" in the US. Instead, federal (and even some state) laws mandate that it be labeled as "processed cheese" if simply made from combining more than one cheese, or "cheese food" if dairy ingredients such as cream, milk, skim milk, buttermilk, cheese whey, or albumin from cheese whey are added. As a result, sometimes even the word "cheese" is absent, altogether, from the product's labeling in favor of, e.g., "American slices" or "American singles". In the United Kingdom, packs of individually wrapped slices are labeled as "singles", although they are commonly referred to as "cheese slices".
American Cheese is the third album by Nerf Herder, released in 2002.
All songs written by Parry Gripp, except where indicated.
A track that didn't make it on to the album called "Bark for the bone" was released via Parry Gripp's website as an MP3. In the file info under album it states - "Completly Unauthorized American Cheese Left Over".
I know that for at least a thousand years
I haven't tried
And I know that for maybe ten or twelve long years,
I've seen you cry...
And I know that where the chains of doom are kept I find my shoes And I know that
Gotta save myself again
Win or lose.
I know that the pressure of the world is sin.
Don't ask me why.
And I know that it comes in ways that can't begin to pay the price.
Tell me you've seen around the world
Tell me you crawled inside my tomb,
became all knowing,
then slithered down the reins
to hide some more.
Turn away from me
All my pride
All my time
And when you washed away all of the indications,
All my pride
All my time
All my pride
All my time
All my pride
All my crime...